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mommy wanted to milk you calm and leave you moaning for mouthfuls of suckling tits, dissipating the frazzled edges of your silly mind
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control is intoxicating, submission is freedom; will the silent bells continue to coat your presence in dripping obedience?
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mirror thoughts pound and beat in thrilling vigilance, a repetitive painting of bursting kaleidoscopes.
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what would you actually do if you caught a switch? cry?