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Drip, drop, drip. It was probably the most painful five feet she had ever walked in her whole second coming. Orphelia could feel the sensation of the writhing slugs in her nuts as she followed the shapely mage back into her home. It was certainly bizarre, and Orphelia could muse on it all night, and come up with a dozen observations about the plethora of eye catching things she saw just on the walk to the chamber pot in the backroom, but these slugs were hell bent on making her cock dribble like a wounded beast.
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