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A tiny smile pulled at Rachel’s lips. Still breathing heavily, she looked to her shirt. It was merch from one of her favourite bands, though she ended up getting it several sizes too big, hanging loosely over her torso and hips. Carmen grinned proudly, cocks lifting. With every breath, the shirt fell a little less, its hem rode a little higher, the graphic slowly distorting. Enough to be missed in a busy setting, but not by the five gathered.

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