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Unsuprisingly, erasing all inhibitions from the world’s most powerful balloon fetishist turned out to be a bad idea.
The Imperious Condescension was left with all the time in the world to realize this fact as her size eclipsed the moon of Derse, her skin stretched so so tight but denied the sweet release of popping.
Speak of the devil - June appeared in a gust of red wind, grinning psychotically. Her eyes, now black, portrayed nothing but untempered, all-consuming lust.
“And there’s my queen”, she mocked. She flicked the Condesce’s taut belly, sending a shiver through her body.
“Don’t worry”, whispered June in her ear. “You won’t be alone for long”