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Then she does it, casually pulling the front of her dress ever so slyly, making sure you watch every painstaking second of her actions as she hooks her dainty fingers in the fabric and pulls down firmly.

Her breasts pop free with a jiggle that makes your cock throb so hard it nearly shows in your pitched tent, and she smiles.

"Is this what you wanted, oh kind sponsor?" She says with a honeyed tone, making you almost forget the kind of wretched poison these witches were famous for. "To check your...chosen Championess...before the big fight?"

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