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Gloria pants and gasps as she clings onto the tree, her sort of rival, sort of girlfriend taking her from behind with a ribbed strap, “You might be the champion,” Marie smirks against her ear before biting at her neck, undoubtedly marking it, “but that doesn’t make you any less of my slut, does it?”
She shakes her head, moaning the name of the woman fucking her as she shakes the tree, a berry landing splatting on her head which makes Marnie laugh sadistically, the whole of Galar deserves to see this, their champion fucked by a lowly gym leader, coming undone while covered in berry juice.
Gloria nods as orgasm tears through her and she’s left panting against the tree as even more berries rain down on her slender body.