FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0236
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You press in on the same section of her inner walls, the panel sliding closed.
The Sun Priestess pulls your hand free from her and rolls on to her stomach, her breathy voice calling, “Let us begin the lesson anew, patience is the first virtue.”
Your fingers still coated in oils, you slide them into her copper-hued ass. “Th-that is-is n-not-“ she stammers as you pull her up to her knees and enter her backside.