The new skunk girl looked up at Jim with her dark eyes, she moaned in a purring pleasure, “Oh, Jim, you look soooo nice. Let’s see how this fur feels against more fur.” She suddenly vaulted up, jiggling freely, a sight that Jim tried to enjoy mentally, but still didn’t do much for him. The new skunk girl was much larger than him—in both bustline (which Jim noted with some…jealousy.. .that she wasn’t THAT much bigger), but especially in height. Edith had always been his little sister, now she was probably close to six feet tall. She was quick, too—enveloping Jim in a deep embrace, their enormous breasts squished pleasantly. Jim felt incredibly erotic sensations running through his body—screw holding onto your masculinity if it felt this good to let go, the thought both thrilled and scared him.
His sister had apparently had a lot more experience with a girl’s body and knew just what to do to make things interesting. Still, with all the squishing of breast on breast, Jim still felt unfulfilled—even moreso with each passing moment.
Suddenly Edith looked down at him and murmured,
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