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as we tumble over and under locked in a sensual death spiral that looks for more wants for more than can possibly be the sweat beads toiling our embrace are a testament to the hot flame of a burning desire that can only be quenched with the final movement of mutual implosion a spasm as such jolting us into rigidity and then sweet release
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May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
The Primal Carnal Me
as we tumble over and under locked in a sensual death spiral that looks for more wants for more than can possibly be the sweat beads toiling our embrace are a testament to the hot flame of a burning desire that can only be quenched with the final movement of mutual implosion a spasm as such jolting us into rigidity and then sweet release
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May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
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