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- Posted: Wed, 04 Dec 2013 22:17:08 +0000
Taking his first bite the ear to ear grin on Fitch's face was overtaken by a look of nausea . Who ******** up eggs and bacon? He lurched forward slightly and grabbed hold onto whatever was close. For his left that meant Azalea's waist and for his right, it meant another nearby chair. He could feel her tense up on him. His thoughts swayed from the arousing feel of her small, soft, warm body and convincing himself not to throw-up. His head would be inches from her chest when the decision would be made. Simultaneously his throw and his third leg would head skyward. Making it seem as it were into some weird a** s**t as he caked the young mage in her own creation and some expensive Sigilian delicacies from the night before.
Sitting Back, he would wipe his mouth and groan. " You are a terrible cook Rabbit..." He managed out inbetween gasp and groans.