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>There is this odd feeling all of this is a dream, but yet, it has a sense of familiarity. You know about her, you remember it being both adored and revolted at the same time for various reasons.
>You wake up with the Faunazon you spent the night with the other day. Rubbing her eyes, she looks at you with curiousity as you have a vacant stare in your eyes, questioning your existence.
>It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered is that you could finally spend some intimate time with her, and the deer nymph shared this sentiment, apparently. Remembering she cares a lot about you and remembering she has a motherhood ahead of her, you mount on top of her. You feel a rush, beginning to frisk your hands around her body just to see what's behind that front of hers...
