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You had been curled on the couch in the relative security of your room, just a light cotton shirt and panties and knee high socks to protect your body, when it was lastly your flip. Your blanket had offered little aside from consolation. You had already submitted earlier than you heard the vent duct in your room, being torn open. A sack, little question what it was for, descended behind the **** and appeared to swell and contract as something within the red-purple, blue veined bag...moved. One claw hooked into the crotch of your wet drawers.
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