You can't get over how satisfying it is to push another pokéball into her well-lubricated pussy, feeling it slide in with a little bit of resistance, to be snatched away from your fingers as it -pops- into her body and settles amidst the ever-growing collection filling her. The first dozen or so weren't visible, but now with nearly thirty pokéballs inside, the strange, semi-watery makeup of her flesh has taken on a translucency that allows you to see them rubbing and clicking together within, like shells in a murky tidepool.
You know you should stop... But when she looks back at you with those eyes and clenches her needy hole, jetting a few droplets of dew across your hand, you know she's not going to let you stop. You reach into the bin and pick up another ball, wondering what kind of pokémon is trapped inside. You feel a little bit of envy for that anonymous creature as you rub the smooth sphere like an icecream scoop through her cleft, getting its surface slick, before you give it a push. "Vahhh..." she moans, and like so many before it pops inside with a squelch and a muted click, like a marble dropped into the bag.

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