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The waistband hung low around her curvy hips showing a great amount of flat abdomen below her navel. It hissed. He was improving a bit and that was good but how could he not be aware of her squashed breasts moving softly up and down against his back in sympathy to the motion of each improving swing? After only a few steps, the Old Druidess turned to suddenly face Kivan again. He was not running because he was late to report to Lady Vishra; he was running for the ecstatic joy he felt at the thought that he had a pretty girlfriend. He did not object to her brazen liberty. She supposed she could pass that information on to Arleena, though, since she was so interested in Papa. Kivan’s hard cock got in the way, preventing them from getting closer. It was a Gnoll. Right onto her wooden sabots.