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“We doing this?” Rachel asked once she had a breather, panting into Carmen’s face. Her cheeks were flushed a brilliant red, blending into the messy locks of hair, while she spread her legs.

“I don’t think I could stop myself,” Carmen said and meant it as she gawked over the petite, massively endowed futa spread beneath her. For that time, whatever fuelled her libido, whether it was something as normal as affection for Rachel, or if she was falling deeper into the Futa Note, did not matter. She straightened her back and trailed her fingers across Rachel’s body, basking in how the futa moaned at her light touch.

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