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The beach isnβt a safe spot. Just because itβs sunny doesnβt mean thereβs a 0% chance of a ππππππποΏ½οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½.
If youβre out parading your body, then chances are youβre already being πππππππ.
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No itβs not a nightmare, not that he canβt invade your dreams, but this is real life.
Youβre built ππππππππ ππππ to him.
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It doesnβt matter the costume. If you have πππππ ππππ and a ππππ πππ, youβre getting haunted.
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It doesnβt matter the costume. If you have πππππ ππππ and a ππππ πππ, youβre getting haunted.
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No itβs not a nightmare, not that he canβt invade your dreams, but this is real life.
Youβre built ππππππππ ππππ to him.
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The moment he got a whiff it, his fate was sealed. Gengar lowered his cock, resting it on the dragons face. His nose intoxicated and ππππππππ with Gengarβs virile musk inhabiting the dragonβs every breath, his every chance at calming his body down.
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The dragon is unable to move, frozen in place by fear and growing arousal. The darkness hides the true face of this monster, the sheets that cover his body block the moonlight.
All that Edgar can see is that fat purple cock extending out of the depths of the white sheets-
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The sweet fresh air circulating the room became stagnant. His own musk taking over, smearing his cock against the dragonβs face having his own vision blocked, unable to see anything but that wretched third leg taking over.
He wants it.
He craves it.
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Tossing it to the ground with echoing melody of metal clanking, and instead grinding his own βweaponβ against his backside.
βWith what weapon? Your sword is gone, and your back is turned. Is your π ππ πππ going to take me down?β
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His resistance would be futile regardless of how much an effort he puts in to fighting back. Thereβs no fighting back against someone ππππππππ than you after all.
Yvain instinctively knew that it seems as Gengar grabbed the sword with little resistance
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Yvain couldn't even form a retortββafter all, he wasn't even stopping the ghostly brute from groping his pecs all overββ
"Quiet, youββ! You won't be acting all high and mighty when I strike you downββ!"
Not even reaching for his sword, just letting the Gengar have his wayββ