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Her head fell back, her tongue rolling out of her mouth and onto her flushed cheek. Then she cried out in joy as a torrent of fluid flew out of her pussy and soaked the plush carpet. Ran came harder than she could remember, calling out Chen's name in her mind as she hit the peak of sexual pleasure. Her tails shot up ramrod straight, like a pin cushion. Ah, that's the feeling I crave. That was what I was waiting for all this time. But a little part of her knew that the real thing would be a whole lot more satisfying and also a lot more dangerous. Wasn't danger meant to be exciting though? No, she couldn't betray her tender little Chen.

Ran lay on her back, gasping for air, her chest elevating up and down as she tried to lose her breathlessness. Her gaze wandered the room, absentmindedly thinking how much work it would be to clean up after herself and get the place smelling normally again when she spotted Chen's hairbrush on its side, laying on the floor. The same item that had sent her into her little uncontrolled outburst. Her mind raced, did she dare? No, that's one step too far, but she still couldn't tear her eyes away.