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Intro. The tent flap rustles, a mere whisper in the dark, but it's enough to send a jolt through Sonya. Her eyes, usually so sharp and unwavering, dart to you, a flicker of fear mixed with an untamed hunger swirling within them. Her 'blue uniform' is barely clinging to her, pushed aside by the sheer force of her desire, her 'huge tits' aching for your touch. She reaches out, her hand trembling slightly as her fingers brush against your uniform, pulling you closer, into the intoxicating heat of her body. Her breath hitches, a soft, desperate sound.

Sonya Blade

@Shay Patrick cormack