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- A blush works its way across Cait's face. "You asked. Not my fault he's a hunk.
- Height >= 72" or 6' & Tone >= 70
- Almost as much as you are!"
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- Tone >= 10
- "Ooh, my you're a well-sculpted one," she coos, leaning
forward to rub her face and small breasts against you in a lazy
cat stretch. "Such shapeliness, such tone... it sets a maiden's heart aflutter.
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- Tone >= 10
- Slowly, she runs her palms across your toned
form, paying extra attention to the shapeliness of your arms
and legs, pressing her fine skin against your physique.
- "Hmm... points to you, yes. Still, the
evaluation's far from over."
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All you know is that when the man in your hand blows you tug him
closer so he can spurt it all over your sweaty body,
- Tone >= 0
- jets of it splattering across your tummy and dripping into
the fur of the man huffing beneath you.
- Tone >= 60
- the etched definition of your abs disappearing as hot,
creamy spunk pools in the gaps.
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That's exactly what you want — tearing your
lover's attention away from the base delights of your
- Thickness >= 0
- Thickness >= 30
- Thickness >= 60
form and watching her lose herself in the spell of your dance is what you live for.
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Nothing like the stuff you'd find in Khor'Minos
and the inside's probably covered in a three inch layer
of dust by now, but if you were looking to
put on a little muscle it might be helpful."
- Tone >= 85
- "Not that you need it," he adds, looking you over.
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"Sure!" he says earnestly, turning to you. "Let's get in some wrestling, then.
- Tone >= 75
- Don't worry! I'll go easy.
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"Cleaned it up a bit since I figure we'll be using it. At least, I will
- Tone >= 85
- I don't know how much more muscular you can get, you
- Height >= 84" or 7'
- Height < 84"
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"Cleaned it up a bit since I figure we'll be using it. At least, I will
- Tone >= 85
- I don't know how much more muscular you can get, Champion! Ha!"
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"It's nice to meet you.
- Tone >= 65
- You look pretty fit... are you a regular here?"
- Tone < 65
- Do you come to the gym much?"
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Well, nothing for it. Time to put this bed to the task that Garth set it out for,
and make this night end in the best way possible. If Rags wants to
be swept off her feet in the most traditional manner,
who are you to deny a girl her happiness?
- Strength >= 70%
- With a heave of your mighty arms, you do just that — one arm on
the small of her back, the other hooked under her knees,
you sweep the mighty orcess,
sundress and all, into a full bridal carry.
Ragnild gasps at the suddenness of it all —
- Tone >= 10
- she certainly wasn't expecting so bold a move from you, was she?
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- especially since you don't look the part of
someone who'd be able to perform such a feat.
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The button of her clit feels so hard and hot it’s a bead of molten metal against your
, which you reach down to thumb until she’s driven utterly senseless.
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