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Chapter #9
*Insert mask pun here*
by: Unknown
Almost as soon as your grip starts, you feel tendrils of fur wrap around the back of your head, gripping you tight into my crack. Seems like I'm not coming off without a fight, my strong fur acting like a grip to keep myself tightened right on your face. Didn't help that none of the Cinccino's naturally soothing oils seemed to be on me. "Hey, let go!" I order, before shooting out a bassy fart right into your face.
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