Shark Sighting

They were squishing and squeezing deep into those fine sharktits, rolling them over their palms, digging their fingers in deep. the purple one even pulled them high enough to bite them, and once one of them was gnawing, the rest couldn't resist.

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Camp Consumed

By the time dusk squished those fine sharktits into his throat, she was outright throbbing. some part of her loved the turnabout, even if she was far too exhausted to show it beyond that.

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