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Chapter 3 by street0 street0

Whose box did he pick? Whose box did he mean to pick?

Emily's box just like he meant

Jacob unwraps the pussy portal that his girlfriend Emily has lovingly packed for him. The folds of the fleshlight glow pink with the quantum entanglement. Her pussy lips quiver when he brushes them with his finger. He's missed her so.

Emily could be anywhere right now -- at lecture, at the gym, on the train, in the cafeteria. The marketing message of these pussy portals is that no one needs to know when someone is fucking you. Sure you'll get flushed and might cry out while a cock slides into your pussy from across the country, but the physical action happens elsewhere. The illicit thrill of it is what's made the product so viral.

Regardless of where Emily is, Jacob is ready to fuck her now. He pushes the hard head of his cock against his girlfriend's soft pussy lips.

Where is Emily?

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