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yuri briar, 20 something sss officer, was screwed.
“hauhauh” he said, banging his head against the wall.
He started to shift form.
“Ahahah that’s kinda hot , yuri”
Yuri’s face shot up, covered in a blush that made a tomato look pale.
“F-frankie??”
Oh no, he thinks I’m screwed.
they had the smoochies the end.
oh? you want more?
*smirks* wait, and you might get a surprise.