[She narrowly avoids catching her horn in the overall straps as Fjord whips it over her head, leaving her in her white tank top and purple satin underthings. Jester gasps as his hard-on nudges into her clit through layers of clothing, grinning down at him lopsided.]
A, um, mutual friend [molly] traded in a square for some clothes for me. Do you like them~?
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A, um, mutual friend [molly] traded in a square for some clothes for me. Do you like them~?