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The stars scattered and twinkling within the night sky, the other contestants doing who knows what, it’s been a long day.
Pencil would lie in the freesmart van, alone, and think about Book. Her slit would bloom shyly as her tentacle brushes against her palm lightly.
If Book were to be here, she’d probably praise me for being a great leader, Book doesn’t know that i like her sweet compliments.
Pencils hand cups against the base of her tentacle. Giving it a test stroke, this drags a soft noise out of pencil.
If Book were to be here, she’d probably be on her knees helping me. Away from all of the other freesmarter’s. Just me and her only.
If Book were to be here, her slick covering her palm, her pumps in a steady, gentle rhythm. she’d be really. really. pretty and stupid with my dick in the embrace of her hands. Oh those smooth hands.
Cock throbbing, practically begging for release, Pencil just wasn’t ready yet.
If Book were to be here, that particular scent of hers would linger in the air. I want her— no. I need her.
Pencil’s climax was a smooth swift action, her pumps slowing down as her fluids got all over hand. Her cheeks dust a pinker hue, embarrassed.
Pathetic she thought, Pencil picks herself and cleans her herself up with the nearby paper towels