Latia is flexing her biceps, murmuring to you in her dusky voice, asking if you would like to feel her muscles. She reckons you might be afraid, but urges you to come close. Her arms glisten with oil and you see her biceps ball up again and again. As only Latia can, she lets her eyes bore into yours, asking encouraging you again and again to feel her bulging muscles. Finally she laughs, and then your hand appears and tentatively feels her right biceps. You grab her left biceps and she declares she could crush your poor little hand! Then it is her right biceps you take in your hand and she make...
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Latia is flexing her biceps, murmuring to you in her dusky voice, asking if you would like to feel her muscles. She reckons you might be afraid, but urges you to come close. Her arms glisten with oil and you see her biceps ball up again and again. As only Latia can, she lets her eyes bore into yours, asking encouraging you again and again to feel her bulging muscles. Finally she laughs, and then your hand appears and tentatively feels her right biceps. You grab her left biceps and she declares she could crush your poor little hand! Then it is her right biceps you take in your hand and she make...