naked roundness that anticipates the contrasts between the softness and firmness of the recesses of her skin.
The immemorial dance that leads to a climax began.
When she wakes up, it is already too late. +
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within her own nightmare that is now reality.
Drinking from her soul will be a pleasure.
𝕴 shed my human appearance, observing once again —with completely dark irises— the colour of the young woman's hair.
Then 𝕴 kiss her forms, evoking every curve up to the initial
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