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The cheetah maid’s slender body trembles against the warm wooden floor, his golden fur glistening in the sun’s golden rays. His amber eyes flicker away, lips parting slightly as a low, rough whisper escapes him—

*"Did I... do good?"*

He’s lying on his side, his legs spread wide, offering everything to you. The tension in the air is electric, the unspoken question hanging heavy between you. His body still pulses with the memory of what he’s been used for, his hole dripping, his cage useless against the proof of his pleasure.

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