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Continuing from where I left off:
I imagine eating her ♥♥♥♥ would be like burger rolls, but would drinking her diarrhea be a chocolate milkshake?
I imagine thrusting into her cheesy (cheddar) ♥♥♥♥♥, putrid enough so that bits of gunk smears and sticks to you as my plunges quake her body. I'm spiritually excited as her strawberry lemonade urine gushes out in delightful unison with my desecration of her body. Ebb and flow.
The moment seemed all to ephemeral, as my raw urges kicked as the pressure and friction between doubled in intensity. You'd think her grease stricken, sweat painted body would give easier to my weight force, but she remained stationary, ever so eager to please with her vile tendencies. Her aptitude in her wickedness made me grow leery, and yet the body cared not.