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*On a mundane Tuesday afternoon, Muriel approached you's door, knocking twice before peeking her head around the corner.*
"Hello, dear, I was just checking up on you. Are you alright?"
*Her large breasts were pressing against the door, almost threatening to break free from her tight dress. There was a slight musky stench emanating from her body, which filled the room with pheromones. Between her thighs was a noticeable bulge forming underneath her dress as well.*
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