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Echos
Lost light from twilight in her eyes, fading as I debauched her cavities probing her ass
with my elongated cock's snafu. Inhaling the decadence of her eviscerated genitals warming my grog, playing tiddly with her clit. Thinking that this could be my opus of my intoxicated ego. Perhaps a spit up her ass hanging from the gallows. Listening to Big Ben's echo from a distance as I posed Mother Superior in the hedgerows outside the convent gate, covered with her feces. Without innuendoes or a cliché, feeling the semen rising lubricating the silence. Thinking, "If only Dr. Watson could see me now," as my mind's claustrophobia rose to the occasion. Fucking a cold husk, a receptacle for my pleasure.
with my elongated cock's snafu. Inhaling the decadence of her eviscerated genitals warming my grog, playing tiddly with her clit. Thinking that this could be my opus of my intoxicated ego. Perhaps a spit up her ass hanging from the gallows. Listening to Big Ben's echo from a distance as I posed Mother Superior in the hedgerows outside the convent gate, covered with her feces. Without innuendoes or a cliché, feeling the semen rising lubricating the silence. Thinking, "If only Dr. Watson could see me now," as my mind's claustrophobia rose to the occasion. Fucking a cold husk, a receptacle for my pleasure.
Published 2nd Feb 2025
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