"Your baits are garbage." Enigma said, as he slipped his feminine hand into Trembolona's pants and smirked. "Are you trying to mate me?" protests Trembolona, as Enigma blushes, the boyish figure undressed before Trembolona. "Weak bait, Enigma." The two kissed, deeply and passionately, and afterwards Enigma places his pick'em into Trembolona's open thread.
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