Say, "Why don't you start here?" and show him your tits
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(Created page with '"If you're going to search me, why don't you start here?" you say, unbuttoning your blouse and revealing your small, firm, round, perky 34B breasts. Because of their firmness and…') |
(The guy who wrote likes to talk about Ronia's rack. Also, really? "many hours sunbathing topless at the beach"? Really?) |
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- | "If you're going to search me, why don't you start here?" you say, unbuttoning your blouse and revealing your small, firm, round | + | "If you're going to search me, why don't you start here?" you say, unbuttoning your blouse and revealing your small, firm, round breasts. Because of their firmness and petite size, they don't require a bra and you never wear one, except for sports bras when you're working out. Your tits are tanned, matching the rest of your golden brown skin, the result of many hours sunbathing topless at the beach. |
- | It has the exact effect you | + | It has the exact effect you thought it would have. The man lowers his shotgun and blushes, a bulge appearing in his pants. You smile seductively, then suddenly deliver a cheerleader-style high kick to his face. Your big black boot strikes him in the jaw and he crumples to the floor, unconscious. |
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+ | Your heart beats fast with triumph as you button your white blouse back up. | ||
*[[Search deeper in the house]] | *[[Search deeper in the house]] | ||
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*[[Try a different house]] | *[[Try a different house]] | ||
Revision as of 23:01, 13 June 2017
"If you're going to search me, why don't you start here?" you say, unbuttoning your blouse and revealing your small, firm, round breasts. Because of their firmness and petite size, they don't require a bra and you never wear one, except for sports bras when you're working out. Your tits are tanned, matching the rest of your golden brown skin, the result of many hours sunbathing topless at the beach.
It has the exact effect you thought it would have. The man lowers his shotgun and blushes, a bulge appearing in his pants. You smile seductively, then suddenly deliver a cheerleader-style high kick to his face. Your big black boot strikes him in the jaw and he crumples to the floor, unconscious.
Your heart beats fast with triumph as you button your white blouse back up.
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Walther PPK, knife, data drive, cyanide capsule |
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