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Anna's Chair 07
🕑 Added 2020-03-11 13:00:03 +0000 UTCWell, sooner or later the inevitable happens and Veronica collapses under the mountains of soft, warm butt-fat and gets smushed flat as a stamp. Tsunamis of flesh engulf her and press the air out of her lungs. But practice and resilience have made her immune to fainting (or worse) and all she feels in this moment is disappointment that she couldn't beat the record of last time.
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