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She sits above you.
Cold. Still. Quiet.
Her eyes don’t move, but her thighs do.
The fur between her legs is soaked.
The lace clings.
Her tail twitches—she doesn’t tell it to.
She says nothing.
But you’re already dripping too.
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She sits above you.
Cold. Still. Quiet.
Her eyes don’t move, but her thighs do.
The fur between her legs is soaked.
The lace clings.
Her tail twitches—she doesn’t tell it to.
She says nothing.
But you’re already dripping too.
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