ETA - at best tomorrow, at worst, sunday (۶ꈨຶꎁꈨຶ )۶
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Yang: B-Blake?
Blake: These are mine now.
Yang: There, ah~<3, not toys Blakey. *Yang Moaned.*
Blake: You're mine. *Blake continues to grope Yang's breast before nuzzling her face between them.* All mine.
Yang: *Blushing furiously* Yeah. I'm yours. *Starts petting Blake as she purrs.*
I can't wait for this beautiful masterpiece!