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Anonymous
One humid august, me and Lygodactylus met under the ferns in your backyard. I was wringing the sweat out of my shirt at the time, my firm young breasts, slick with sweat, bounced freely in the breeze. Lygodactylus came around the bend in the path and was stunned by the sight of me. I could see his blue green scales trembling from his quickened pulse, and his groin began to turn a shade of red...
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