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“Waddya think?” Carol said, putting aside her tools and returning her attention to playing with my cock. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and swirled her tongue around it. Her other hand tugged at my balls. The fresh shave made it that much more sensitive. My dick did look bigger. And thicker for some reason. Carol slowly swallowed my cock until it hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, then pulled her head off.

She checked her phone and saw the date. Oh crap. She’d completely lost track of the day of the week with how zoned out she was yesterday. With the stress of getting to school gone, she now was feeling a different concern, mainly that fat load she had drained from her father’s balls last night and how he was standing in front of her. She quickly covered her mouth realising she had yet to wipe the dried drool and cum that was covering her lips and chin. Doing her best to mask the motion as a yawn, she sleepily replied.

He extended his control throughout his body, first adjusting his position in his chair, then, while pouring sweat, he lifted himself up and got to his feet. Just standing up straight and remaining upright was a challenge. Back when he first unlocked his clone ability, he remembered having to reacquaint himself with every muscle required for standing and balance, and those first few steps were like all the times he learned to walk as a baby. All that experience was invaluable. Soon enough, he was circling the room, tweaking the awkwardness out of his movements.