[It's hard to say whether it's the curl of Beau's fingers or her words that does it. Maybe both. Either way, it works, and Jester squeezes her eyes tightly shut as her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave. She comes with a loud wail, head thrown back, her tail going still where it's been rubbing between Beau's thighs as her vision goes all black for a minute.]
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Beau, Beau, hhh—!