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The fact that Sylvia could not be used to work with the material directly meant only that she could not be ordered to knock out her subordinates and bring them to Stepan for processing, whether one by one or together. Using her memory, her knowledge of the defenses of their mansion, the layout of its rooms and two underground floors, her personal defense preferences, and the weaknesses of each of the four remaining fledglings - it didn't violate the terms of the assignment, and Stepan was happy to take advantage of those opportunities. All four of the smaller and younger creatures were, to put it mildly, no match for Sylvia, or she wouldn't have been so unquestionably in charge. Except that didn't mean they were defenseless. Yes, after reinforcements and modifications, they were no match for Sylvia, but they were still four experienced, long-lived, and deadly beasts, each of which could cause trouble even for Stepan, albeit with reservations, if they were lucky.

Camrad_RIP 10.10.24 в 20:17

Storming their nest, for example, would be a challenge, but luckily he didn't need to storm or probe the defenses long and hard. He can't order Sylvia to disengage or open the defenses tied to her blood and the land cursed with unlife. It would have made the assignment easier and saved a couple of days. An hour there, an hour here, no need to bypass the bloody field, and now, you can count those very 24 hours. However, why regret about unfulfilled, impossible, and unexistent things, if you have enough to occupy your buzzing head? Stepan used Sylvia's doll again, implanting the reading spirits through the doll, flipping through the pages of her memory, searching for everything that would help him to work as effectively as possible against her chicks.

Camrad_RIP 10.10.24 в 20:22

There were four of them left, all female, of beautiful appearance and cunning character. Such an arrangement was not so unusual for nests of this particular doctrine, whose parents were female. Especially if one remembered that the two men in their ranks had also been there, but had simply run out. Stepan chased away from himself the thought that the situation was very suspiciously favorable for the Autogoddess's assignment, especially since the situation turned out to be quite normal and natural. He had already, due to the peculiarities of the grief-stricken patroness, on such details begun to have a vicious paranoia, fueled by a lot of unbridled guesses and bold assumptions. Neither paranoia nor guesses prevented him from evaluating each of the four creatures, picking up the keys to their defenses, and making a plan for wasting the equipment and reagents given to him by the task - the specifications of the compulsions he should carry out were good, of course. Still, the ways of carrying out these compulsions were entirely Stepan's responsibility.

Camrad_RIP 11.10.24 в 08:33

The first of the fledglings, the oldest and, in fact, Sylvia's closest friend, who herself had only recently been the parent of her own fledgling, was Lemira. She came from a family with strong ties to the bloodsuckers. Converted at the age of twenty-six, she had been an adventurous mercenary, had mastered the combat skills of a couple of swordsmanship schools, and had used amulets skillfully while still mortal and alive. She was the only one of the nest who could match Sylvia in combat, even if only for a short time and without the use of blood magic. In conjunction with the deceased, or rather, deceased traitor, she was responsible for the nest's most forceful actions-espionage, theft, kidnapping, reconnaissance, occasional assassinations, and a number of bribed mercenary groups that didn't work directly for the vampires, but still received dividends and assignments from them.

Camrad_RIP 11.10.24 в 08:34

Lemira supervised and controlled all of this, though that didn't mean she was the only one who did it. Everyone was involved in the same surveillance and infiltration, even Silvia, but it was Lemira who had the most experience and authority. Suffice it to say that even if Sylvia personally decided to participate in a major operation, like secretly copying some of the documents of the head of the representative office of a trading house, the plan of the operation and the description of roles were still put together by Lemira, and the parent only gave her permission or, very rarely, asked her to finalize certain details. And everyone, even Sylvia, in a combat situation obeyed the chief enforcer-infiltrator, following her instructions and orders. The experience and sharpening of all abilities in the right sphere had an effect. Her blood magic was not particularly powerful, but her stealth, distraction, invisibility, and blood enhancement were no weaker than Sylvia's.

Camrad_RIP 11.10.24 в 10:38

Outwardly, Lemira was a medium-sized woman with perfect posture, quite large breasts, a slim waist, slightly curly dark brown hair a little shorter than her shoulders, and attentive brownish eyes. Yes, her eyes weren't vampire eyes all the time. The consequence of one long-ago ritual, and unless she was applying scarlet gaze and activating her undead essence too actively there was no unnatural glow to her eyes. Sylvia, by the way, could do that too, but her scarlet glow was almost permanent, due to her much deeper power and advanced age since her conversion. She had to either make a conscious effort or concentrate her aura very hard and tire it out to make her gaze dark brown, almost without scarlet.

Camrad_RIP 11.10.24 в 10:40

Second in seniority and importance among the chicks was the honorable and revered Jaspera, who played the role of a caring nestmate, personnel officer, and accountant in the nest. This person came to the scarlet drop, not from loyal servants who from childhood prepared for the kiss of unlife, but as an employee. Sylvia needed someone who could handle her money with confidence, and this accountant, fleeing from the creditors of her merchant brother, who had gone bankrupt and owed debts to the wrong people, was right for the job. Quite quickly the still young girl fitted into the new company, proved indispensable and, when she reached forty-one years old, seeing the coming old age, asked to be a chick. Silvia thought about it for another two years but agreed. She liked Jaspera's professionalism and business acumen very much.

Camrad_RIP 11.10.24 в 10:44

The converted accountant fit the definition of a vampire milf even better than Sylvia, because the cosmetic alchemy and the visit to the healer-plastician before the conversion had compensated for all the disadvantages of age, and the extra years had softened the conversion itself, burning away the slight fullness and wrinkles. She looked only a little over thirty now, her breasts could match Sylvia's or Lemira's, her waistline was the right size, and she could do wonders with her buttocks. She had soft features, light brown hair, and warm brown eyes masked by the same ritual, and her smile could melt a heart without magic. She had no trouble finding intimate entertainment. The most loving of the whole nest, this mom regularly changed lovers. Сompletely voluntary and without any compulsion. It would seem that this was an example of a moral and correct vampire, one who had no reason to kill except for his species. Jaspera, afraid of getting addicted to other people's deaths, preferred not to drink to the bottom even when she could afford it, and the list of those she drank to death consisted of a modest three people and one pure-blooded orc.

Camrad_RIP 13.10.24 в 16:51

Alas, but this lady got her portion of scum from other sources. It was not for nothing that she was responsible for the finances and personnel of the whole nest. Squeezing and beating out debts, sometimes with the suicide of the debtor and the sale of his family to debt servants, which in fact was, in Dantmark, almost synonymous with slavery, with only a very small chance of redemption. That was just the tip of the iceberg. It was no problem for her to kidnap the son of a debt-ridden and unwilling merchant, sending pieces of his body afterward as an argument to hurry up. And no, even when she paid, no one returned her son to her, having turned him into a ghoul and then fed the merchant to the ghoul. In desperation, the lady began to look for help and complained wherever necessary, so that the nest had to pay the secret guard nearly three times as much as they had squeezed out of the debtor to settle the matter, so the showy elimination of the old woman was just a matter of prestige.

Camrad_RIP 11.10.24 в 10:46

Of course, such performances did not happen often, not every year or at least every five years, because no one risked to anger the bloodsuckers once again, without being able to avoid their anger. But during Jaspera's long life, such episodes had accumulated. She was responsible for all the servants and those who worked for the nest in one way or another. She treated them with care and almost parental concern, but she was also utterly ruthless to those who stumbled, failed to live up to expectations, or simply outlived their usefulness. Not to the point of absurdity, those who had worked for the nest all their lives and simply grew old she, of course, did not kill like cattle. But still - the attitude of a kind farmer to her animal. You can stroke the feathers of ducklings, comb the hair of goats, and cheerfully give nicknames to cows, but when the time comes, such a thrifty mistress calmly and without emotion will slaughter the victim. Ironically, of all of Sylvia's chicks, this particular lady is the most badass and inhumane. Well, after Riksar was chewed up a bit by a black dog, he had no competition. But even the second place in such a competitive ranking is by no means a reason for pride and not a source of forgiveness in Stepan's case.

Camrad_RIP 13.10.24 в 16:57

The third of the fledglings, in terms of seniority but not in terms of danger, was the lovely and seductive Rowena. In fact, her birth name was Reshka, a thoroughly peasant name for a hereditary peasant girl. Not even a bastard of an aristocratic family, but a straight-from-the-soil peasant girl. At a young age, but already conscious, she came into Sylvia's field of vision, attracting her attention not only by her dormant magical gift, which is so useful in rebirth, but also by her character, enthusiasm, and anger at the whole world. Desiring a better life, the girl quickly realized that a scarlet kiss was her only chance, and with all her limbs and even teeth began to tear competitors on the way to the coveted unlife. At the age of twenty-seven, having transformed herself through cosmetics and visits to healers into a beautiful and luxurious woman who looked nothing like an ordinary villager, she accepted the kiss and took a new name for herself - Rowena. It was a deliberately aristocratic and classical name, the name their daughters had been called in the fallen northern kingdoms, which meant something between “aspiring to greatness” and “born into glory”.

Camrad_RIP 13.10.24 в 17:01

Soft figure, rather large breasts, light red hair down to her waist, dark green eyes, which she consciously tries not to make scarlet unnecessarily, a good figure, and very graceful movements. She resembled a bloodsucker-turned-aristocrat to a far greater degree than most aristocrats, and her natural diplomacy and ability to get her way with gentle persuasion were multiplied by her decent skills in magic, seduction, and blood magic. Unlike Jaspera, who, despite her older age, did not shine with magical or racial talents, Rowena was very skillful in applying the crumbs of her long life's gifts, having mastered love magic and the basics of mentalism, as well as retaining a slight affinity for water. As a result, she was able to supplement a classic blood drop or arrow strike with a liquid charged with Necros, turning a small drop into a nucleus blot, increasing the impact and its danger.

Camrad_RIP 14.10.24 в 19:53

In their nest of friends, Rowena was the one who did most of the correspondence and negotiations with the other nobles, the secret guards, and the trading houses, and generally served as the one Sylvia sent to talk if she didn't want to go herself. Lemira did recognize that she couldn't do it that way, after all. To slip into any crevice without massage oils, forcing discounts, preferences and relaxations. In fact, Rowena was largely responsible for the good relations between the bloodsuckers and the current deputy head of the secret guard, Allizira de Fell, for whom Sylvia and her fledglings sometimes performed all sorts of high-secrecy tasks. To summarize, Rowena was a personality completely devoid of prejudices, complexes, shame, conscience and brakes, wanting everything she could take from the world. Sylvia is almost certain that she will try to break her bloody patronage as soon as she feels strong enough and prepares the ground for the rupture sufficiently. But whether to eliminate this former villager or just let her go in peace, taking a couple of particularly strong promises - this is a much more interesting question, to which the parent did not have an answer at the moment.

Camrad_RIP 14.10.24 в 19:58

The last of the four, the youngest but also the most talented, was the main artificer and ritualist of the group, who was better at it than other full-fledged mages, despite the fact that she had barely passed the first hundred years since her conversion. Artemia was very lucky in this respect. She had managed to retain a small crumb of magical gift during her rebirth, something that even old bloodsuckers could not boast of. Yes, they were crumbs, but experience and diligence allowed her to get into amulet-making, and successfully, so successfully that her products bring profits and benefits on a par with Sylvia's alchemy. Well, the thing is, first of all, that such amulets are sold much more readily and quickly than rather specific and often forbidden alchemy. However, Artemia also knows how to create prohibited amulets and even sells them.

Camrad_RIP 11.10.24 в 10:49

In the past, she was the daughter of a solidly adept magician who had gotten into some very nasty games. She had been hit with a powerful curse that was slowly killing her and guaranteed to transfer to her daughter afterward. After searching for different options and finding no help either from temples or fellow mages, who rewarded her with the curse, she agreed with Sylvia. Voluntarily sacrificing herself in the ritual, she gave her life, temporarily freezing the curse, allowing her twelve-year-old daughter to grow up a bit before the block on the curse would lift. Maybe she had hoped that something would change, or that her executioners would spare her daughter, but it hadn't worked out. And Sylvia didn't want to give up a promising chick, so she went with the bloody option. Reborn at the age of just under eighteen winters, Artemia retained some of her almost undeveloped gift, as well as the tools and records of her venerable and beloved even now mother. This was the basis of her development, and it allowed her to occupy an equal or even slightly privileged position in the nest, despite her relatively young age, at which in another nest she would not even have been allowed to sail free.

Camrad_RIP 14.10.24 в 20:03

She was a searing brunette, with shoulder-length hair, a permanently scarlet gaze that never changed color under any circumstances, a slim figure, modest breasts of one-and-a-half sizes, long legs, and the general appearance of a gothic alt-girl from Earth. She even wore, almost without taking them off, typical-earthly glasses with thick, transparent panes. Her mother's most prized, blood-bound, even if the blood was no longer alive, heirloom. A highly advanced tool for working with the tiniest of power flows when assembling amulets and artifacts. Of course, she used it masterfully, creating ordinary household, combat, signaling, protective, and many other amulets, as well as those she disapproved of. And that's why the whole Dantmark knew it was from the bloodsuckers you can buy the most delicious toys: hiding traces and odor, distracting the eye, blocking aura search, carrying a poison capsule or a curse, and much more. Actually, not without the help of these toys, as well as those services that she had acquired through their sale or donation, a large proportion of those who had done bad things to her mom had long since passed away. Well, the ones who weren't sitting too high, but even the high ones she'd torn a piece of meat out of.

Camrad_RIP 14.10.24 в 20:05

Thus, a respected master of general magic, who was in fact an overgrown adept, who had gotten his mastery when he was already old and unable to step up, was now living in Normgrave and didn't even know that his missing youngest daughter and her two granddaughters were not missing. Artemia, in a fit of good cheer, turned the two little girls, a little younger than she was on the day of her mother's death, into fresh and hungry ghouls, allowing them to snack on their mother slowly and deliberately. The bloodsucker, who was angry at the whole world, obviously did not know what was the degree of proportionality of revenge and its targeting. She had too much cruelty, and in any address, she snapped at anyone, and other servants had to be healed or laid in a coffin after such breakdowns.

Camrad_RIP 14.10.24 в 20:09

"A very colorful company gathered in this house, I must say." Stepan, filled with not the brightest feelings, felt a little less remorse for what he planned to do to the nest's inhabitants. "They were bright, and for some reason, the color of this brightness was not scarlet, but brown."

Camrad_RIP 11.10.24 в 10:50

Today all the objects of his attention were in the city, no trips outside the walls were planned, and they spent most of the day as well as part of the night in the mansion. It was the perfect time and moment to start work, and Stepan, crunching his knuckles, took up the job.

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Camrad_RIP 09.10.24 в 17:05

The old wisdom of the halfling clans in the mid-sea regions says that the result of the simplest arithmetic addition of one plus one depends very much on whether the person asking is buying or selling. Jaspera was not a halfling and had not done much business with them, but she knew that there was a lot of harsh and not funny truth in this saying. The main berry of any business as a scarlet kiss is that always, absolutely always, you need to lay a margin of safety in case of not just risk, but disaster. At any moment the situation has every chance to change and evil guards will come to the gates of the nest with torches, holy oils, and battle wands. And all partners, be it a mighty trading house through an unofficial representative or a simple shopkeeper, at any moment may decide that it is not necessary to pay obligations. Yell as loud as you can, scream about how you are haunted by night creatures, scream about evil bloodsuckers, demanding life and blood, and then it's over and you don't have to pay. The fact that before that you had been taking advantage of preferential trade in rare reagents and extremely difficult to acquire amulets you can tactfully omit.

Camrad_RIP 17.10.24 в 20:45

"You may not write anything to Mitri. Just send a single line to “You have chosen”, without threat or disrespect, and let it marinate." Jaspera gives orders to her assistant, Varka, whom she has been training for the position of field day auditor for the third year, finding her progress meaningful and pleasing enough to mentor. "He writes a lot, but there's not much truth in it, and he certainly hasn't received any patronage from the lurkers, otherwise we would have already received a letter with a polite offer not to interfere with the honorable merchant's surplus. He's lying like a blind dog. Let him boil in his own juice for now."

Camrad_RIP 18.10.24 в 16:53

“Done, mistress.” Varyka, an unassuming and not very pretty maiden, resembling a kind of gray mouse, was nevertheless very executive and not lacking in reasonable initiative, for which Jaspera drew her close. “What is the matter with the honorable Syberin?”

Camrad_RIP 18.10.24 в 16:58

The bloodsucker sitting at a heavy wooden desk littered with papers, spreadsheets, summaries, and dust-covered trade tomes, leaned back in the soft chair, massaging her temples. For some reason this day her head felt like it was filled with cobwebs, and it was hard to concentrate on what was important. It had been like this for the second decade, but it was just a little thing, now she just needed to sit for a while and her head would work again. Syberin de Faler, of course, was not as brazen and rotten as Mithrius, and he did not refuse to pay, no. But he demanded not only goods that were not officially available, but also in large quantities, and the honorable Allisira de Fell, by her personal letter, had insistently requested that large shipments of special goods be coordinated with her department.

Camrad_RIP 18.10.24 в 17:01

And it was clear that Sylvia would get permission to sell it, but time was running out, and Siberin was in a hurry, obviously, he needed specific combat alchemy for some project of his. We can hurry up, collect the necessary supplies from the warehouses, and issue the authorization retroactively. Wouldn't be the first time. Dantmar's Weasel, as the deputy head of the secret guard de Dantrel was called, would understand everything perfectly. But in the last two months, Jaspera had already performed this maneuver three times. You can't lose any vestiges of decency, at least outwardly.

Camrad_RIP 18.10.24 в 17:04

"Write, very politely, with due respect, that we are looking for supplies, and we are making some right now, ask to wait another half-decade, hmmm, no, better seven days, and, uh, yes, seven." Massaging her eye sockets Jaspera realizes that her dress is too tightly sewn in her chest, making her downright uncomfortable. "Is the heating amulet on in here, Varka?"

Camrad_RIP 18.10.24 в 17:50

"I don't know, Mistress." Only shrugged as Jaspera, now as alive as possible and able to feel the uncomfortable temperature, tried to fan herself with a stack of letters. "Anything else?"

Camrad_RIP 18.10.24 в 17:51

The bloodsucker did not answer, dropping the letters, which scattered all over the table, some of them fell on the floor, an unfortunate movement of the elbow turned the inkwell, and right on her dress, on the massive breasts, which Jaspera leaned on the table with all her weight. Silently growling with anger at her clumsiness, she rises over the table, feeling her knees shake. Looking down at the stained dress, she ripped the lacing of her corset in one jerk, exposing her large breasts with their dark nipples sticking out, almost falling under her weight, barely able to reflexively brush off the ink with scarlet magic. She hadn't even realized that her tits were so heavy, a real udder, so huge that it was impossible to resist, literally pulling her down, making her fall, draining all the strength from her body and mind.

Camrad_RIP 18.10.24 в 17:55

The bare skin of her breasts touched the cold surface of the desk, and Jasper couldn't hold back a satisfied moan. The strange heat that had been plaguing her for the past few hours had receded a little, allowing her to fan herself again with some papers, stroking the tender skin of her breasts, stroking her nipples, and feeling a little lighter. Her vague gaze focuses, her consciousness begins to clear and it dawns on the experienced, old creature that her situation is not normal. Why is she experiencing something like this at all, why are her brazen tits so heavy today that she can't stand on her feet, why can't she shift into inanimate thinking so that she doesn't suffer from the heat, why is she so unusually dizzy? These questions find no answer, but the woman realizes there is something wrong with her and that she should not be in this situation.

Camrad_RIP 18.10.24 в 17:58

"Varka." Not stopping stroking her own huge, what a huge, huge breast she has, bigger than her puny brains, she calls to her faithful assistant. "There's something wrong with me."

Camrad_RIP 18.10.24 в 18:04

"Yes, Mistress." The girl agrees, not taking her eyes off the letter to the damned Siberin

Camrad_RIP 17.10.24 в 20:47

“Call, m-m-m-, call Sy, Sy Sylvia!” She had to pinch herself on both nipples at once so that the udder that betrayed her would stop pressing on her mind and let her remember the name of her bloody parent, but it resulted in a shameful moan and a completely sudden orgasm, after which the weakness that had overtaken her became irresistible. "Faster, this is attack... and my tits.... push me."

Camrad_RIP 19.10.24 в 12:09

"Yes, Mistress." The assistant agrees with her again, not taking her eyes off the new line, as if she hadn't heard the direct order to raise the alarm.

Camrad_RIP 18.10.24 в 18:05

"Youuu, wake up, oh, oh, I... ah! Wake up, Varka. I'm coming, why are they so, uh, big, I don't know, do something, help me, come on!" With a slurring tongue, sliding down in her chair and almost falling under the table, she tries to shout to the servant who is still writing a damn letter. "Oh, silly titties!"

Camrad_RIP 19.10.24 в 12:13

"Yes, Mistress." With the same polite intonation, the same smile, still not taking her eyes off the letter, moving the steel enchanted quill over the paper. "As you say, Mistress."

Camrad_RIP 18.10.24 в 18:06

And Mistress realizes that she will not get help from a stupid girl, stupid girl, almost as stupid as her huge tits, boobs, udders, breasts... Jaspera walks forward on trembling legs, feeling, with every drop of scarlet reserve feeling how the floor wobbles under her, how her tits sway and bounce with every step, but she still does not give up, takes a step, a second, a third and, somewhere in the middle of the office, she fails. The weight of her breasts pulls her forward, overbalancing her, shifting her center of balance, causing her to barely have time to put her arms out before she falls. Her arms bend a moment later, and there she is, her nipples seemingly impossibly hot for her inanimate state against the cold mahogany parquet. A wild moan mixed with a growl ripped from her throat, and she literally screamed, trying to reach someone, but realizing that she had activated the sound isolation before she started today.

Camrad_RIP 19.10.24 в 12:11

"Yes, Mistress." Varka echoed her shouts and inarticulate orders. "It is so, Mistress."

Camrad_RIP 18.10.24 в 18:06

The strength was leaving her. The weight of her breasts, the weight of her third orgasm triggered by the touch of her tits to the floor, presses her even harder into that floor. She pulls herself forward another step, feeling her breasts sliding against the varnished wood, the sliding squeezing another portion of pleasure out of her. With a dragon-like effort of will, Jaspera rolls over onto her back, feeling in her gut how her breasts are shaking, her tits betraying their mistress, and then tries to squeeze the unruly soft, stupefyingly tender, stupefyingly sensual flesh in her hands. And she struggles. She strokes and pinches and tosses and releases, cumming time after time and with the full weight of her mind, honed and intelligent, pressing against her tits, feeling herself winning little by little. How the mind in her head, clamped and clenched in the soft embrace of the snow-white hills, first reclaims its own and then goes on the offensive itself. She ends with an angry and victorious expression on her face, realizing that more and more of her mind and brain are inside her breasts, her tits, which have paid for the betrayal of their freedom. And, at some point, she realizes that she is squeezing not just her tits, but her mind, that her own brain is shaking and bouncing, now nestled in her huge udders, split in two.

Camrad_RIP 18.10.24 в 18:10

Smiling, she squeezes her tits turning her mind off. She lets them go, putting her mind back in place again. She shakes them, moving her shoulders, feeling her very consciousness falter, and then she orgasms again, triumphant and triumphant, not even moaning, just smiling. Jaspera does not yet think about what exactly provoked this state. Someone's attack, an intrigue within the nest, Sylvia's ordeal, a random weakness in her mind, something else. It didn't matter, nothing mattered except that she - defeated her stupid tits. She had defeated and seized all the power over them, all the pleasure of that power. The bloodsucker slowly rises to her feet, feeling her mind swaying in its new receptacle, clutching her mind in her palms, she presses and releases it several times, achieving a sharp dulling, then an equally sharp restoration of the thought process.

Camrad_RIP 13.10.24 в 17:26

"You are such a useless fool, Varka." She said only to her assistant, who was blowing on the fresh ink of a letter, the third, exactly the same as the first as if her mind was locked in the necessity of writing the letter and paying no attention to anything.

Camrad_RIP 13.10.24 в 17:21

"Yes, mistress." She agreed, starting to write the fourth letter. "If you say so, mistress."

Camrad_RIP 13.10.24 в 17:17

Without bothering to lace up her dress, still proudly flashing her hard-won tits, Jaspera entered Sylvia's office without knocking or warning, because she had an excuse. She calmly met her parent's questioning gaze and shrugged her shoulders demonstratively shaking her virtues showing her victory.

Camrad_RIP 13.10.24 в 17:16

“What is that supposed to mean, Jasa?” Her leader clarified, looking into the eyes and at the tits, yes, tits she was squinting at too, of her subordinate. “Have you decided to change the way you dress?”

Camrad_RIP 10.10.24 в 17:28

“They tried to fuck me in the brains, Sylvia, fuck me with my own big traitorous tits.” She explains, without hiding her rudeness, not out of insult, it's just that she often talks like that to those she trusts more than others. “But I won. I defeated my huge boobs with my smart brains. Now my brains are in my boobs, can you believe it? I think with my boobs, with my boobs, and if I shake them, I get dumb! It's great, isn't it?”

Camrad_RIP 10.10.24 в 17:29

"Indeed." To Jaspera's great joy, the parent understood everything that had been said and unspoken. The accountant was covered with a soft and gentle blanket of a particularly sweet orgasm, and she decided not to go anywhere for the time being. "Sit down, please, and don't distract me."

Camrad_RIP 10.10.24 в 17:30

Deciding to obey her boss, she took her breasts in her hands and began to squeeze and plant them, settling herself in a corner of the large office, sitting down on the floor and staring at the wall. It was a very ordinary wall, covered in dark burgundy lacquer and fabric drapery, but it was also a wall that was surprisingly interesting. Jaspera just stared at the wall, staring and staring and staring, trying to make out all the details, so interesting was it, so fascinating was the wall.

Camrad_RIP 10.10.24 в 18:28

Wall.

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Wall.

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