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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Well ok, I got a few good reviews so I decided to post more of what I have written. This picks up where the last section left off and is about one quarter of the way through the entire story. Please continue to read and vote and send feedback. Also negative feed back is welcome because I would like to know what I can fix or change(beyond typos that is). So once more, enjoy… He walked towards the enclosures and flipped what must have been the only …

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 (Fair Warning ~ This gender swapped, action/adventure, sci-fi hentai litRPG features elements of non-consensual sex, sex with aliens, monsters and other non-humans, tentacle stuff, seduction, coercion, dominance and submission, male/female sex -well kinda, maybe however you want to classify the gender-swapped sex…on top of the violence, fantasy elements, and plot stuff… Or it may not…every chapter’s a little different. If you’re still in…please enjoy, and thanks for reading! ~Karin Mac) ***** Stage Select The formless white glow of the LOADING void was intense. There was no shielding …

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