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allow time to slow down as the frantic rush of thoughts leave your dizzy head seeping deeper into stillness,
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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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my freedom flows in embers of submission unscathed by grasping hands so calloused with undeserving control.
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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.