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“Where did you get her?” he asks He has a square, hairless jaw and a cleft chin that probably oes by

The trader lifts his chin “It doesn’t matter where”

“So you don’t have her file? She’s not legally yours?” the leaner one asks

Oh fuck They’re asking way toomy barcode I twistthe “V” of skin showing above the Zandian’s tunic with ue I flick once Twice

He catchesdown at me with amusement

“I think she likes you,” his friend observes with a chuckle

He holds ht, but I don’t think he , or unaware of how much weaker my species is He leans down and brushes his lips across mine At the same time, his free hand cups my mons

I jerk,And because every other tirabbed me there has been unpleasant

But it isn’t this tih my folds and I’m stunned at hoet I am

His horns stiffen and lean in my direction while he watches

I pant, heat curling like sh my belly

“One hundred fifty stein,” he says He reer from my pussy I’m itchy and hot Needy for his touch to return

“Three hundred,” the vendor counters

“One seventy-five Final offer” He releases my hair and takes a step back

“Two fifty”