[ Her lips curl up a little. The most they can, while her face is being contorted by the pressure of Shagga crushing her windpipe, constricting her blood flow. Her head starts to pound, and pain bursts in her neck, while building in her heaving chest as well.
Still, she scoots forward on her knees, and slips a hand up under her skirt. Oh, there's no way Hikaru and Fuu wouldn't stop this, right? But if they could see her enjoying it... ]
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Still, she scoots forward on her knees, and slips a hand up under her skirt. Oh, there's no way Hikaru and Fuu wouldn't stop this, right? But if they could see her enjoying it... ]