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“He’s a redhead, too…he’s just really, really jealous…” she replies, sweeping her tongue up and down the length of the petrified alabaster shaft. “I wish we could do something…maybe after he leaves, we could bury them…” the younger girl suggests. “I know a lot of guys in your platoon…Sean, Cody, Aiden, Gavin, Rory…” she recites the names of redheaded teens in an increasingly distracted voice, her eyes darting, as the stud’s roving tongue nudges her ever closer to climax. Designed exclusively for combat and killing, the Zadons are supported by an army of bots and drones. “He’s still a v…that’s what he’s bummed about…” Cody replies. “Is it against regulations, Sarge…?” the 15 year old redhead asks.
