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“Rachel?” I asked. Yes, that was right. The amazing blonde who I'd watched sitting at the bar, turning away attempts to chat her up all night. But when I'd gone over to refresh my drink, she'd asked my name, had wanted me to sit with her. To give her a break from the guys trying to hit on her, she'd said. “You... you spiked my drink! What did you give me?”

Femboy, trap and twink are three different things yet all three tags appear together on the same posts, making it impossible to search for the one I want without the others appearing as well. They also appear on some posts of cuntboys and people with breasts, so I have to add -cuntboy, -futanari and -breasts to my searches when they shouldn't be appearing in the first place. -Breasts also removes images featuring femboys and females together which is not ideal.

“Good girl, Brianna! Good girl!” she purred, moving her hand back to my shaft. “And since you asked so nicely...” she laughed and started thrusting again, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed. Whatever she'd given me, whether it was Viagra, or ecstasy, or some cocktail of the two with who-knows-what thrown in on the side, it wasn't long before I started noticing the effect. I could feel the pressure building and building, like a heat at the base of my shaft, growing to a fire, then an inferno, searching for a release.