Candi oozed herself onto the deck outside, her breasts moving, amoeba-like, towards the freedom of the outdoors. The deck groaned under her weight, threatening to collapse at any moment. She turned herself around, truly a feat in the limited space she had, and angled herself so she could make eye contact with Bruce.
"Sorry, honey!" she said. "I'm gonna need a lot more space if I'm gonna have the fun I deserve!" She compressed her breasts down, then pulsed them outwards, the force backwards off the deck. She flew threw the air, landing in the clearing outside a cabin with a booming thud. The force shot through Candi, spiking her brain with enough pleasure to be overwhelming, but not enough to be satisfying.
Oh, we'll really need something special to get ourselves off now! said a voice in her head. Candi furrowed her brow. That didn't feel like one of her thoughts. It was right, though.
"Hey babe?" she called, "The show's out here!" She grabbed the computer, stared at it, and started to type...
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