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Charisma Part 2

Several more ribbons of semen unfurled against Charisma's buttocks and the velvet couch before, finally, the flood abated, leaving only intermittent spurts and trickles of the opalescent seminal fluid to leak and ooze from her dwindling and softening prick. When her member had become completely flaccid again, it had reverted to its normal, post-estrogen size, as had her balls inside the shrunken pouch of hr relaxed scrotum. However, both Tiffany and Charisma were drenched in semen, and the musky scent of Tiffany's river of semen filled the room; no doubt, the parlor would smell of her sperm for days to come.

Charisma climbed off the couch and sat beside Tiffany. She smiled at her guest. "You've done well, my dear," she remarked. "You've earned yourself a corset." As she spoke the word "corset," the article appeared out on the couch beside her guest, and Tiffany's eyes widened with surprise--and delight.