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Carol Holiday was a woman of respect, with a face so stern those working beneath her never quite knew what was going through her mind.
She was very grateful of that skill, as it allowed her to keep a complete poker face while Noelle ate her out beneath her desk.
She nodded along as a bear drawled about politics, keeping her composure as she felt her daughters snout against her entrance, tongue pressing into her folds.
As a mother, Carol couldn't help but be proud of her daughter. And when he left, she could appreciate Noelle's smile and soaked muzzle