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she poured the milk from the bucket into the churn. It was a heavy bucket and not fir the first time, she began to wish her helper wasn't a pixie.
Yes you'd think magic would be helpful, but if that magic could turn things into shoes, well, it didn't do much on a farm let me tell you.
She sucked slowly on the straw, slurping the last dregs of a chocolate milkshake into her mouth with a satisfying murmur.
Her cherry red lips were briefly wetted by a thin tongue that lapped at the end in a tantalising swirl of enjoyment.
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