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Believing that the 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥 can only be male when there are recorded depictions of female appearances can be quite limiting. Their 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 should be embraced, no matter the sexual orientation. They will provide for you, such is their nature.
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" If only for a moment, I would love to meet again, dearest 𝕄𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒. Sharing the sweet taste of our 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 once again. . .Know I miss you, and that you are still 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝. "
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Many chase the sweet lull the 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥 provides, embracing eternal rest with the one who loves them most. Demanding more shall get you nowhere, patience is among the virtues of a saint.
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Imbibing the 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥's nectar is something few have achieved. Even fewer have ever gotten to taste it a second time. Are you perhaps, brave enough to attempt it?
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Throughout her years, the 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥 has had time to experience a bit of everything. As a result, she finds comfort in the simple things. Trusting another so deeply. . .the affection - she finds herself craving it sometimes.
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The 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥 can acknowledge some view her as an experience. A mere blip in the expanse of life, so can you truly blame them for being a bit touchy at times?
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@RomanHero_ Such a delightful little princess~
Perhaps they should grind against the Saint's thigh? They wouldn't mind it, they may even encourage such bold behavior.
Though, having their chest teased so thoroughly does have the Saint leaking some 𝕒𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕒. . .
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They'd wake in a dream, a vast plains stretching the horizon, a lone figure scantily clad sitting atop a mound of flowers. The Saint, in the flesh - rather, in the dream. Would Kim continue the challenge or rest with the Saint?
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As the last drop of their sweet nectar trickles down their throat, Kim would blink - a wave of intense drowsiness coming onto them. Their eyelids growing heavy, a weight seeming to press onto their shoulders.
A sweet dream calling out to them.
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Their efforts wouldn't go unrewarded for long. A throb would signal the Saint quickly approaching orgasm, their hands milking out the 𝕒𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕒 with ease. Were they skilled, or was the Saint simply too sensitive? Perhaps it was both?
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