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It shouldn't be a shock to anyone that he would propose this naughty idea of beauty pageant. “After all, he put live futa-sex onto CNN to boost its ratings against its competitor, Fox News, who numbered among my greatest critics.” “Of course, Fox News was having you teens breeding their female hosts withing a week,” Adelia said. “Principals don't matter when there are ratings to be earned and advertiser dollars to be made,” I said. “Or when a sexy futa with a big, throbbing girl-dick wants to breed your pussy,” Adelia added, her voice growing throaty. She pressed her thighs together, streaked with my drying cum from our earlier romp. “So true,” I said, smiling at the TV. “So Mr. Mondale proposed the idea, and I fell in love with it. It turned out to be a lot of work to put together. We had to figure out how to get contestants, what the rules were, the sponsors. Even with Mr. Mondale putting all his business and media expertise to it, I felt ragged by the time March rolled around. 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