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“‘Some upgrades’,” Maria gasps, mattress edges in a death grip, one knee hitched up. “You fucking—”“What, you mean this?” Carol grins, so smug. She rolls her hips, and that green-blue fucking thing pushes deeper in, gliding on Maria’s wet juices and slick of its own. “You mean I didn’t have it before?”It writhes in Maria’s cunt, moves just right, and—“It’s functional,” Carol whispers, after. She’s pressed tight against Maria’s back. It’s been six years. “I could put a baby in you. If you wanted.”“Motherfucker,” Maria breathes.Soft as a baby’s sigh, Carol says, “I could be.”