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“What a neat little doll, Ashley!”, Corrina exclaimed.
“Where’d you pick it up?” Corrina turned the odd little doll
around into the light to get a better look at it.

Ruffling a page in her magazine, Ashley snuffled. “Oh, **that**
old thing? I picked it up in Rhodes, on vacation with my
folks. Its older than dinosaur shit, I’ve been told”.

“Lemme see it”, requested Zenobia, reaching out her hand for
the little statuette. Corrina passed it to her. “It does
look kinda old”, she commented.

Ashley’s little statuette was an odd one. It was clearly a
woman, although her face wasn’t clearly seen. Her head was
bent over, and her hands were cupping, a pair of extremely
large, full breasts, which jutted out through in an
opening in the front of the woman’s gown. The atmosphere of
female sensuality was completed by the statuette’s narrow
waist and broad hips. The head was covered by a diadem of six
stars, each one on its own spur. The effect was one of brood-
ing royalty.

“It looks like Jessica Snively!”, remarked Zenobia, and all
three girls laughed nervously. Jessica was the best-developed
girl in their eighth grade class at Monroe Junior High, and
any mention of large tits was followed by a reference to
Jessica’s over-ripe, and still developing, bust-line.

Zenobia passed the statuette back to Ashley, who put it on
the lamp-stand. “Jessica’s tits aren’t that big”, remarked Zeno-

“They’re big enough to make Scott Brandon crazy for her”,
taunted Ashley, who knew Zenobia had a crush on the ninth
grade star center.

An uninterested outside observer would never have picked Ashley
Monroe, Corrina Paglatelli, and Zenobia Farad as close friends.
They were very different. Ashley Monroe’s family owned most of
the small Ohio town they lived in. Even though Ashley’s father
was a younger son of a younger son, there was plenty of money in
the family. Ashley had inherited the Monroe face and coloring;
soft, straight blonde hair that fell to her waist, blue eyes,
thin lips, a somewhat long, narrow nose. Like most of the women
in her family, she was flat-chested, having sprouted two little
bumps on her chest in the sixth grade, but there did been no fur-
ther development in that arena. Despite her flat chest, Ashley
had wide hips and chunky thighs, which she attempted to hide with
full skirts and long shirt-vests. At five-ten, Ashley also tow-
ered over the other girls, and her conceit was that she was only
a few leg-lifts away from a modeling career.

Although Corrina and Zenobia privately thought Ashley stuck-up,
they would have defended her to the death to an outsider. Nei-
ther of them came from a background half as privileged as
Ashley’s, and their friendship with her gave them a glimpse
of the ‘good life’ they both aspired to.

Corrina Paglatelli was a red-haired, round-faced Italian girl
from a large, boisterous family. Due to her mother’s excellent
cooking, she tended to a bit of heaviness, especially in the
hips. She was shorter than Ashley, about five-five, but prettier,
with mischievous grey eyes, a generous mouth, and a merry
disposition. Rare for an Italian girl, she was also flat-
chested, and had a large collection of padded bras she claimed to
need to “balance” out her figure flaws.

Aside from her almost total lack of chest development, Corrina
didn’t have any “figure flaws”. She had a narrow waist that
flared out provocatively into her generous ass, muscular haunch-
es, well-sculpted thighs and calves, slender ankles and dainty

Much shorter than the others at five-foot nothing, Zenobia Farad
was also the prettiest. The daughter of an Iranian immigrant
family, Zenobia was beautiful in a dark, Middle-Eastern way, with
huge black, sparkling, almond-shaped eyes, an even olive complex-
ion unmarred by blotch or body hair, except for the merest hint
of a mustache at the corners of her lips. Her thick masses of
midnight-black hair fell past her waist to the bottom of her
pleasantly-rounded little ass.

Obsessed with everything American, Zenobia had fallen hard for
the All-American Scott Brandon, as blonde and as typically Mid-
western as Zenobia was dark and exotic. She tried every strategy
in her limited repertory to attract Scott’s attention; short,
tight skirts, scrupulous attention to fashion, swinging from
grunge to hip-hop to black-lace-on-black-Gothic.

There was even an ill-advised hair coloring episode that, instead
of turning Zenobia into a striking blonde, left her with hair the
color and texture of Bozo the Clown’s.

None of this produced any result whatsoever. Scott Brandon
judged women by one pure and unhypocritical standard; breast
size, and true to this guiding principle he had selected Jessica

Jessica Snively was thirteen, overdeveloped and under-controlled.
She came from a poor family. Her father drank a lot and her
mother had to wash floors to keep her six k**s minimally clothed.
All through grade school, the other girls made fun of her faded
clothes, her clunky shoes, her pale, pasty complexion, her
stringy blonde hair.

However, in the sixth grade, the tit-fairy waved her magic wand
and singled Jessica Snively out for special treatment. By the
end of the grade school, Jessica had grown from nothing into a
34-C. The relentless growth of her breasts during her first year
in junior high propelled Jessica from her resented status as the
butt of everyone’s jokes into the social stratosphere. By the
time she had attracted the attention of the highly-prized Scott
Brandon, Jessica was sporting an incredible 34-DD.

As the girlfriend of the most popular boy in school, the busty
Jessica was firmly on top of the early adolescent pecking-order.
Needless to say, she engaged in a lot of pay-back, and rel-
ished the power she exercised over girls like Ashley Monroe
who, despite the wealth and influence of their families,
couldn’t get a boyfriend to save their lives…

Zenobia snorted in disgust. “That cow! Just ’cause she’s got
the biggest boobs in school, she thinks…”

“She ** can ** have any guy she wants, stupid!”, Corrina
finished Zenobia’s unfinished thought. “Just ’cause she’s
got the one you want doesn’t make her bad or evil”.

“I wish ** I ** had big tits”, Zenobia said aloud. As soon
as the words left her mouth, the stars on the statuette’s
crown flickered briefly, then died.

“Did you see that?”, screamed Corrina, grabbing the statuette.

“See what?”, asked Ashley, peering over her magazine.

“Watch”, demanded Corrina. She closed her eyes and repeated,
“I wish I had great big tits!” Once again, the tiny jewels in
the statuette’s crown flared, flickered, and died.

“Jeez, maybe the thing’s got batteries!”, shouted Ashley.
She grabbed the statuette from Corrina and checked it thor-
oughly. Finding nothing that could explain the flickering
lights in the statue’s crown, she shrugged her shoulders.

“Go ahead, Ashley, say it!”, Zenobia giggled.

“Say what?”, snorted Ashley, looking around at the two ea-
ger faces staring back at her.

“Say what güvenilir bahis siteleri we said!”, Corrina encouraged her. “Let’s see if
it’ll light up again!”

Ashley took the doll and looked at it. Nothing special,
she thought. Just ancient wiring going off somewhere inside.
“I wish I had **huge** tits”, she sneered. The doll flick-
ered, and the jewels in its crown ignited into a steady white
light. The little statue’s crown glowed for about a second,
then faded.

“Well, dip me in dog-shit!”, exclaimed Ashley. The jewels
flickered briefly again.

“Oh oh”, said Zenobia, “I don’t think you oughta have said


Life in the eighth grade can be pretty monotonous, es-
pecially if you are in that delicate social stratum between
the most desired, most popular girls, and the absolute dweebs
and grendles. Ashley, Zenobia, and Corrina stuck together as
much from self-preservation as from any genuine affection.

The three of them were standing at Corrina’s locker when Jessi-
ca Snively came sauntering up, wearing a low-cut, pink sweater
that revealed more than an eyeful of her precocious assets.
“Oh, hi there, Corrina, Zenobia, Ashley!”, she warbled, moving
her prodigious chest from side to side as if marking out her
territory. “Are the three of you going to the dance on Fri-
day? Scott’s taking me, of course. I’ll see you there, maybe!”,
and she disappeared in a flash of hair, cleavage, and cheap per-

“God, what a **bitch**!”, snarled Zenobia, her dark eyes
flashing with rage.

“She’s just stupid”, Corrina consoled her friend, “Don’t pay
any attention to her!”

Ashley stared down at her own 32AA poking inadequately out
from her chest. “Betsy Grundy’s stupid”, she remarked, “but I
don’t mind her. That little slut Jessica gets on my nerves,

As if to remind them of their subservient status, Jessica
passed them by once more, this time with her arms wrapped
around Scott, the basketball center. She was rubbing her sub-
stantial breasts all over his arms, and Scott was smiling a
perfectly contented smile. She turned and smiled at Ash-
ley, Corrina, and Zenobia, as if to say, see what you can have
if you got what I got.


Zenobia was in science class when she felt something tugging at
her back. She turned around to see if Jimmy Talbot was doing
anything nasty to her, but Jimmy was buried in his textbook.
She felt the tug again, as well as a sort of a tightness about
her chest.

She attempted to adjust her bra under her shirt, and was sur-
prised to find that her bra, which was not really a necessity,
but more of a fashion had ridden up on her chest. When she
tried to pull it back down, she could no longer pull her
bra back over what felt like two large and growing lumps on
her chest. She put her hands over what had been until then a
non-existent bust-line, and felt two soft, rubbery little

Where had these breasts come from? She pulled her textbook
over her other hand, so that no one could see her feel her-
self up. She could feel her heartbeat, and each time her
heart thumped, she felt her breast push against her hand as it
grew and swelled.

Zenobia pulled her book to her chest and feigned interest in
the lecture. slowly, she felt her breasts expand until they
began to press against the book. Her bra was beginning to
feel uncomfortable underneath her cotton shirt. She could
feel it stretch slowly under the pressure from her growing

Reaching behind her book, Zenobia grabbed her left breast. She
was an ample handful now, and she could feel the outward ex-
pansion continue.

Her straps were beginning to dig into her shoulders now, and
the pressure from her inadequate bra was becoming painful.

No one seemed to be watching her, so Zenobia snuck a peek be-
hind her book. what she saw thrilled her. Her breasts had ex-
panded to about a C-cup. Her 34-A bra was stretched across
her growing tits like a piece of string tied across a couple
of baseballs. Her shirt had filled out, and now had formed a
considerable shelf instead of plunging straight from her shoul-
derblades to her waist.

Zenobia wondered how long she could continue to hide behind her
book. Her burgeoning breasts had just about filled all the
available space, and the gaps were starting to show between
the buttons on her shirt. The pain from her too-small bra was
quite acute now, and she began to shift in her seat. What the
hell, Zenobia thought as she dropped her book to her desk, they
are bound to find out sooner or later.

Jeremy Cage, the boy sitting in the seat next to Zenobia,
gasped when he saw his classmate’s new g****fruit-sized tit-
ties. “Wow, Zennie!”, he shouted, “dope tits!”

I could get used to this, Zenobia thought as she leaned back
in her seat. All eyes were on her now, as her shirt continued
to pull away from her chest. Through the growing gaps be-
tween the buttons of her shirt, Zenobia could see her new
breasts, punching out from underneath, and from above, her
bra, which was now a narrow band vainly trying to hold back a
growing mass of adolescent tit-flesh. With a rending sound,
the snaps in the front gave way, and her newly enlarged
breasts bobbled as they sprang out from behind their restraint
to fill the space inside Zenobia’s shirt.

Now that her bra no longer covered them, Zenobia’s dark nipples
were visible through the flimsy fabric of the blouse. Zenobia
cupped her hands under her breasts. She was more than a hand-
ful now!

R-r-r-rip! The first of the buttons on her shirt pulled away
and went clattering away across the classroom floor. Zenobia
was really blowing up! Even the teacher had given up trying to
lecture, as he stood slack-jawed in disbelief as Zenobia got
larger and larger. He had to duck as Zenobia’s swelling tits
fired another button in his direction.

Only the top and bottom buttons remained intact on Zenobia’s
blouse, and new breast-tissue was straining into the great gap
left by the two missing buttons. Zenobia stood up, causing her
now-volleyball-sized titties to jiggle wildly under her shirt.
“Holy shit!”, one boy exclaimed, “watch out Jessica Snively.
You’ve got competition now, for sure”. Zenobia wiggled and
jiggled her way to the front of the class, her top button giving
up the uneven struggle as she walked out the door.


A couple of days later, Corrina and Ashley were standing by
their lockers as the new, enlarged Zenobia breezed by. She
had Scott Brandon by the arm, and Jessica Snively in
adoring attendance behind her. Zenobia saw her old friends
standing in the hall. She waved to them and passed on by.

“I wonder what gives with her?”, asked Ashley.

Corrina snorted. “I guess she’s outgrown us!”

Later that afternoon, Corrina found herself in a Monroe Jr.
High cheerleader uniform, trying out for the squad. In the
middle of basketball season, Cindy Bouwer had come down with
mononucleosis and had left her spot on the squad vacant.
About tipobet twelve girls were trying out for the spot, and Corrina
took her place on the bench between Tamika Wilson and Jan Van

Jan Van Dam leaned over to Corrina. “Hey, Corrina”, she asked,
“you stuffing? If you are, its not gonna do you any good”.

“What do you mean, stuffing?”, replied Corrina indignantly. “I
ain’t even wearing a bra today!”

Corrina wondered what Jan had meant by that remark. She looked
down at the front of her borrowed cheerleader’s sweater and
saw what looked like two little knobs poking their way out
against the heavy fabric of the sweater. The uniform sweater
was a blue V-neck with a white ‘M’ on the chest, and a
white V-collar and cuffs. The girls wore white skirts and
socks with them, and carried blue and white pom-poms.

Corrina reached her hand up to her chest to brush off a stray
piece of pom-pom that had lodged there, and found, to her de-
light and surprise, that she had grown a substantial amount of
chest tissue. She looked over at the other girls. None of
them was particularly large, but they weren’t as flat-chested
as Corrina was, or had been until just then.

She didn’t know where the extra tit had come from, but she was
thankful for it anyway, especially at this crucial moment.

‘Blue and white! fight! fight! Blue and white! Fight! Fight!’
The candidates were starting their routines now under the watch-
ful eye of Mrs. Prince, the cheerleading advisor. Corrina
watched the first two girls go through the movements, until she
felt something tugging at her sweater.

Her sweater had worked its way up, and was now riding above
Corrina’s waist. When she tried to pull it back into place,
she noticed with horror that her breasts, which had been prac-
tically non-existent that morning, were now two orange-sized
mounds jiggling and bouncing away merrily under her borrowed
sweater. Their growth had bunched the sweater up in front,
pulling the bottom of it up over the top of her skirt.

Corrina pulled her pom-poms over her oddly-expanding chest as
the third girl got up to cheer. While she was performing,
Corrina did a little investigating. She was definitely
growing. She could feel her breasts push against the sweater
as they grew. She began to sweat. There were only four girls
ahead of her now.

Lowering her pom-poms, she snuck a peak. Yup, she was bigger,
all right. Between a B- and a C-cup from the looks of things.
The sweater had not been made for a full-chested girl, and it
was being pulled all out of shape by Corrina’s exuberantly ex-
panding boobs.

The third girl sat down and the fourth girl got up to start her
routine. Corrina sat in the stands with her pom-poms pressed
tightly against her chest, repeating the phrase ‘Stop growing!
Stop growing!’ to herself like a mantra.

Corrina’s tits weren’t listening to her. By the time the
fourth girl sat they had ballooned to the size of large g****-
fruit, and Corrina’s sweater had ridden up past her navel, ex-
posing most of her midriff. She tried to pull the fringe of
the sweater back down, but this had the effect of pushing her
big new tits up through the V-neck, exposing an imposing
amount of newly sprouted cleavage.

The girl next to Jan Van Dam got up to cheer, and Corrina
wished she could find a hole she could crawl into. She had
real knockers by now, and pretty soon, the pom-poms wouldn’t
be able to hide them. She could feel the back of the sweater
pull tight against her back as her growing, swelling tits
pushed against the front, pudging out through the V-neck on the

By the time Jan got up to cheer, Corrina’s sweater was little
better than a halter top across her furiously expanding boobs.
The sleeves had worked their way up to her elbows, and she had
about six inches of cleavage poking through the top of the
sweater. The ‘M’ on the front of the sweater was practically un-
readable, as it had been stretched across the vast expanse of
Corrina’s expanding breasts.

Jan Van Dam sat down. “Your turn”, she said to Corrina.

There was a collective gasp as Corrina stood up to start her
routine. Her breasts had exploded to the size of twin basket-
balls, and the bottoms were showing beneath the tormented
sweater. Corrina was jiggling like a bowl of Jello as she be-
gan her routine. “Blue and white! Fight! Fight!”, she yelled,
jumping and raising the pom-poms over her head. Her now-enormous
breasts heaved skyward as well, only marginally restrained by the
over-stuffed sweater.

“Blue and White! Fight! Fight!” As she landed, it took her
tits an extra second to stop their downward motion and return
to their original position.

“Who fights?” Corrina thrust the pom-poms to the left, and was
nearly knocked off balance as her big titties swung with her,
continuing in the same arc well after she had stopped turning.

“We fight”. She repeated the same performance on the right,
almost losing her footing as the unfamiliar mass of her newly-
grown boobs pulled her too far into the circle.

Corrina thrust the pom-poms over her head and gave on more
leap. “Blue and White! Fight! FIGHT!” There was a tremendous
ripping sound, and the armpits of the sweater gave way. Cor-
rina’s immense breasts exploded out of their restraint and in-
to the faces of the astounded girls.

“Ohmigod”, shrieked Corrina, and she tried to grab them. They
were too big now for her small hands to do anything but agi-
tate them further. She ran screaming for the shower room.

Watching the performance of Corrina’s breasts, clearly visi-
ble from behind, Jan Van Dam turned to Tamika Wilson. “We
might as well go home now. I think Corrina’s made the squad,
if only she can support her team!”


The shower room was full of squealing, naked eighth-
grade girls, all with one idea in mind, that of hiding their
inadequacies. The cause of this mass complex was evident.
Three extremely well-endowed young girls stood like royalty
in the center of the shower room. They were laughing and
joking, completely oblivious to the psychological devastation
they were causing around them.

One girl, as equally unspectacular as her mates, showered calm-
ly. She was more resentful than envious. Ashley stared
at Corrina, Zenobia, and Jessica in the center of the
shower room. Jessica was the smallest. Her breasts were
about the size of cantaloupes, but they were capped with the
most delicate pink little nipples, about the size of Pez
lozenges. She had almost no areolae whatever.

Zenobia had a great volleyball-sized pair of dusky breasts.
She was lathering them up now, and the suds dripped off her
plump, brown D-battery-sized nipples onto the floor of the show-
er room, and down the drain.

The largest of them all was her old friend Corrina, whose mas-
sive basketball-sized knockers with their saucer-sized areolae
and shotglass-sized nipples had won her a prized spot on the
cheerleading squad. Attendance at the games, it was rumored,
had doubled since she was tipobet güvenilir mi installed.

Ashley was close enough to hear their conversation. Of
course, they were talking about boys. Jessica had Scott Bran-
don back, as Zenobia was now going out with the quarterback
from the senior high football team. Corrina had been linked
with the son of the owner of the local mattress factory, but
she was saying that she had met a young professor from the lo-
cal community college, and was ready to give up on schoolboys
for good.

Glumly, she walked back to her locker to dry off. Time was
when she would have had a great time laughing and joking with
Corrina and Zenobia, but they moved in wider circles now, pro-
pelled by the astounding growth in their tits. Gently Ash-
ley patted her own 32-AA’s dry, but was surprised in that
they seemed, well, fuller than before.

Her breasts were growing. Visibly. She watched as they grew
from two little bumps under her nipples to golf-ball sized
spheres, then, like two little water balloons attached to a
water faucet, they swelled and grew until they were the size
of baseballs, then softballs. She was growing, and much faster
than had either Corrina or Zenobia.

“Hey! Lookit this!”, shouted one girl, “Ashley’s
boobs’re growing!” Soon there was a small circle of girls
crowded into the narrow space between the rows of lockers,
staring at Ashley’s tits as they continued to grow.

“Make way, make way”, shouted Corrina as she and her two com-
panions pushed their way through the seething crowd to get to
Ashley. Ashley was as large as Jessica now, and her boobs
kept growing until they reached the bottom of her rib cage.

“Hey, Ashley!”, shouted Zenobia, “this’s great. Now
you’re gonna have big tits too! We can all be friends
together again!”

Ashley bent over to dry her feet. Her expanding tits
slapped against the locker door. When she stood back up,
the girls saw that they reached to her navel, and stuck out a
good foot from her chest. “Why?”, she asked, “We were
friends before you all got so big and mighty. Why should the
size of our tits matter?”

Zenobia shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know”, she
replied, “but it does!”

Turning too quickly, Ashley tit-slapped a thin girl who had
moved in too close. “Oops, sorry”, she said. She pulled her
bra out of the locker and held it up to her amazing tits. The
cups could barely contain Ashley’s nipples now, as her
growing mams now reached to her waist, and stood out about
twenty inches from her chest.

The girls stood back, giving the rapidly-growing Ashley
some room. She d****d the minuscule bra over her now-titanic
left tit. “This isn’t going to help much”, she said, shaking
her head.

“Corrina!”, Jessica shouted. “Get one of your cheerleading
bras. You’re the only one big enough now to help her!” Cor-
rina disappeared and returned with one of her cavernous
brassieres. Ashley bent over. Her massive new tits
reached almost to her knees, and their amazing bulk over-
whelmed even the capacious cups of Corrina’s custom-made 34-R

“I’m getting too big!”, shouted Ashley. She attempted to
stand upright again, and got her huge breasts wedged between
another girl and the lockers. “Help! You’re crushing me!
I can’t breathe!”, gasped the other girl. The crowd of
girls pulled on her arms and legs, and managed to get her
free from the prison of Ashley’s growing, chair-sized tits.

Ashley managed to work her slowly towards the open space at
the end of the row of lockers. She had to drag her tits along
the ground as they grew. The other girls grabbed hold of
her waist, pulling her down the corridor as her tits grew and
it got harder to pull. Finally, with a great crash, one of
the rows of lockers toppled to the ground, and Ashley’s mammoth
tits popped out of the narrow corridor.

Attempting to drag her bean-bag sized breasts along the con-
crete floor, Ashley moved slowly towards the door of the show-
er room. If she could only get to the open gymnasium,
she thought, she wouldn’t have to worry about being stuck
again. Grasping her purpose, the girls all pitched in and
helped. There was only the double doors now standing between
Ashley’s now-couch-sized breasts and freedom.

Struggling and straining, ten or twelve girls to a breast, they
managed to get Ashley to the doorway. They found it impossi-
ble to get Ashley through the door in one push, so they
pulled one Aerostar-sized breast through first, then all of
them hopped through the rapidly closing opening, and pushed
Ashley’s other mammoth breast through the door.

The girls dressed rapidly, eager to see how much bigger Ash-
ley was going to get. Ashley had finally stopped growing,
but she lay flat on her back, with her truck-sized tits on ei-
ther side of her. Zenobia put her hand on her old friend’s
nipple. It was larger than a rolled up sleeping bag, about
three feet long and two feet wide.

Corrina’s bra had been trapped under the growing girth of Jen-
ny’s breasts, and had been dragged from the shower room out
onto the gym floor by the girls’ efforts. Corrina picked it
up. It looked like a Barbie doll bra next to Ashley’s mam-
moth mams.

Suddenly, Ashley shot straight up into the air, as if she
had been lifted by an invisible hand. Her Peterbilt-sized
tits dragged across the floor, even though she was twenty feet
in the air. The girls watched in disbelief as she rose
higher and higher, crashing through the gymnasium wall on the
south side, leaving a room-sized hole.

The girls filed out of the gymnasium just in time to see Ash-
ley and her huge tits land in a strange brown mound which had
magically appeared in the center of the Monroe Jr.High foot-
ball field.

“Phew!”, exclaimed one girl, “I can smell it form here!”

“Where did all that dog-shit come from?”, remarked anoth-
er. “They must have had every dog in the city shitting for a
month to make that mound!”


Ashley was removed from the mound of dog-shit by a crane from
the city electrical utility, and taken to a hospital warehouse
on a double wide flat bed truck. She disappeared from the
hospital mysteriously, and rumor was that she had been k**-
naped by a rich Greek shipping magnate, who kept her hid-
den on his Astrodome-sized estate on an island in the
Caribbean. It was heard that she regained partial mobility
using a special motorized dolly he had built for her.

By the ninth grade, Jessica had filled out a little more, but
she never came close to rivaling Zenobia or Corrina. The
three of them were cheerleaders, of course, and homecoming court
members all the way through junior high and high school.

Corrina, true to her word, had stopped dating anyone under
twenty-five by the time she was in the ninth grade. One day,
though, she broke her rule and went out with a very confident-
acting boy from her sophomore geometry class. She let him
talk her into the back seat, and as she basked in the atten-
tion he paid to her generous breasts, she noticed the odd little
carving he had mounted on his dashboard.

It was a little old man, wearing a six-pronged crown with a
little jewel at each the end of each horn. His face was hid-
den, as he was bent over, supporting an enormous dick with both
hands. Corrina sighed happily and opened her shirt…

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