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Mors Funebris Ch. 1 P. 5

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“What is it?” she asked out loud, as she saw him begin to inspect it.
“It appears to be a form of sex toy.” He said holding it up. Tia noticed then that it was a dildo, of a penis that looked familiar to her. She also noticed that the smell of chocolate had increased tenfold.
Instinctively, she reached out and took ahold of it, and placed it under her nose. Arawn didn’t resist. But he was surprised at what she did next.
She took a bite out of it.
“Mentor!” he half-shouted, aghast. “We have no idea if that is even edible!” he protested.
“Don’t worry about it Arawn, it’s edible.” She replied around her mouthful. “In fact it’s quite delicious!” she said as she continued her chewing.

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Mors Funebris Ch 1, P 3

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With one hand holding her current favorite dildo poised between her legs, and the other hand lightly stroking her chest and tummy, Winnie slowly lowered the glans-end of her dildo down to its intended target.

‘Oooooh!’ she moaned silently, as she began stroking her major labia with her dildo. ‘Aaaaahhh! This is just what I needed!’ she thought to herself, as her eyes rolled back into her head with the genital-sparkling pleasure. Her tongue lolled as she finally, spontaneously inserted the dildo’s glans-head fully into herself, stretching the minor labial lips. Then she moaned some more, as she enjoyed feeling it fill and widen her aperture to its limit.

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Mors Funebris, Chapter 1, Part 1 – Meet –

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Jenna, decided that she had just about enough of listening to Helvetia clicking one of her eight spider leg tips endlessly on the stone floor.
‘Tap-tap-tap-tap’…
While the sound of it had started out as unobtrusive as a first day recruit. In the last half-hour it had graduated, with honors, to a gut churning level of obnoxious distraction

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