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"How do you know all of this?" You ask Nicole feeling slightly suspicious of both her, and her new found knowledge. Nicole chuckles again, it sounds so sweet that you would tickle her all day just to hear the angelic peals of her laughter. "The gas told me Master," She tilts her head and smiles at you sweetly. "don't look at me like I'm crazy. Ever since I felt you filling me," Nicole draws her hands up her creamy thighs and her almost flat stomach her left hand continues upward between her breasts, her breath hitches her gas curling in the air as she lets out a little moan. "Mmmmmm" Nicole's tongue traces over her lips before her pearly teeth bite down on her bottom lip, she blushes slightly as she stares at you. "I'm sorry Master, just remembering how you feel inside me mmmmahh." Nicole moans again as she starts to finger her moist slit reveling in her memories of they way she felt as your white gas filled her. Surging through every fiber of her being changing her, changing her more in that single moment than man kind had in the last thousand years of evolution. "Aahhh," she gasps her eyes focusing on you her pupils narrowing as she stops fingering her dripping cunt. She casts her eyes downward as her cheeks turn crimson. "please Master, please fill me again? I'll tell you all about what the gas has told me, just please fill me again." Nicole begs as she looks up at you with pleading eyes.