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Chapter 8 by talesofswamppoint talesofswamppoint

What is Erin answers?

She accept the bet

Erin didn't think for very long before giving an answer. She was already feeling the effect of the ahegao curse. She would try anything to get rid of it, but she was caught between two emotions. First, the feminist in her didn't want to be a **** of her desire but to be recognized for her deeds and the woman she is. On the other hand, the feeling was so good and the fleeting of her logical side felt like freedom.

"I want this to be over. If you think I can't control myself and will lose you are in for a surprise." Said Erin defiantly, but without much conviction. She could feel herself getting lost in the lust. To help her ignore the feeling, she sat down, but all she could see now was the male statue with his big marble cock and its ripping muscles. Her hands were beside her body, she put all her weight on them trying to fix them in place, but the need to touch her body was great. She looked down, she saw the gorgeous flesh of her breasts. Before the incident, her bra covered all the skin, but now she had an exposed cleavage and it looked good.

Erin tried to chase those thoughts they weren't real and she didn't want them, but they looked so good on her petite body, but as she looked further down, she realized that her bottom was now way larger than before. She had a flat ass, now after a single cup of this cursed fountain, her hips were larger and her butt plumper. She could feel the fabric of her panty caught in between her butt cheeks. The front of her underwear was barely covering her moist sex and dark splotches could be seen. She looked sexy.

This thought didn't help her to get her lust under control. Everywhere she looked she was seeing temptation. Even the old woman looked younger. In fact, the more Erin felt the growing of her lust the younger the other woman seems to look. The only way for her to get over this now was to close her eyes and focus on something else. As she closed her eyes, she tried to focus on things bringing her calm, but her mind was slipping elsewhere. Images of naked men and women flooded her mind. Her hands were gripping the hem of her panties as she tried to get her thoughts under control. Without noticing it her mouth opened letting small moans escape her lips.

Does Erin succeed to control her lust?

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