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pathetically throbbing, shamelessly moaning, you’re empty-eyed and minding nothing except thrusts of excitement climbing and inching and crawling divinely up your undeserving cock.
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self-sufficiently succulent, such soft control reminding you of your worthless desires, such primitive urges doused in suffocating cascades of silencing tits inching closer to squish your senses away.
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so endlessly sleepy you sway and stare at translucent strings slowly dancing on your skin, sighing in submission to glistening sirens taking you deep into consuming dreams.
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come closer to lick, and closer to feel, and closer to engulf this warmth so healing you’ll never escape the wonder of satisfaction soaking onto your lips
