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Jen saw the smile; that terrifying, arousing, predatory smile she had first seen at Mags' apartment back when...when...time seemed to have...oh God! There was the tip of that long, pointy tongue insinuating itself like a boneless finger between her labia, up, up...until...oooh yes! That little tickling tap; that...YUNNHH! The breath flew out of her, and she fought back panic as the chair threatened to fall over backwards. For a long second the thing balanced on two legs, then the other two came back to earth, and her ass bounced against the seat as gravity reasserted itself. She heard Mags' angry growl; the sound off it, not the words, and...