I've played around enough with each of them during the holidays, and I think that now it's time for something more... collective. I've ordered all of my bimbos to go to a cabin on my farm. It's a little cold, but nothing that can't be remediated with their curvaceous bodies that beg for more of my attention.
Their bellies are swollen with my seed, I crave more of their sweet white nectar, and it's time to make their most sensitive parts feel sore.
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