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>be you in a private bedroom in the Devon Corporation
>you here footsteps
>Roxanne enters, with her, Flannery and Winona
>the Fire Type expert winks at you, the Flying Type specialist gives you a sweet smile
>”Okay Anon, assume the position, you know the drill.” Roxanne commands
>you gulp, you want to ask why the other two gym leaders are there, but you would never question Roxanne
>you lie back, a cold sweat drips from your forehead, the ladies position themselves, Flannery and Winona to either side of you, Roxanne in front of you
>without warning you feel a cool gloved hand slip under your shirt and tweak your nipple lightly, you look over at Winona, she smiles sweetly back at your blushing face
>suddenly a sharp twist to your other nipple, a warm palm fondling it hard, you look over to see Flannery grinning
>then, out of the blue, an even sharper pain, you look up, Roxanne has her hot pink nylon foot on your crotch, she had slammed it right down and is now rubbing it
>you winch, a low moan escapes
>Roxanne sneers at you, using her heel to push on your manhood roughly
>”Anon! Be quiet! You know the rules!”
>you swallow hard and feel something at either side of your head
>Flannery has her hot heavy boobs shoved into the side of your face; they feel warm with a thick aroma from bathing in the Lavaridge Town Hot Springs
>on the other side, Winona has her plump cool breasts rubbing against you lovingly, they waft of divine perfume
>Flannery is grinning, Winona is humming a soft tune, both gauging your reaction as their pillows shove into either side of your face
>you look up, Roxanne is glaring at you, her red eyes monitoring your every flinch, you know if you react audibly in any way your crotch will be punished
>the nipple rubbing, the crotch kneading, and the breast facial continues without mercy
>you hold out through it all, knowing you will be rewarded with a final frontal facial of Roxanne’s glorious sheer nylon hot pink pantyhose clad ass
