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Plenty is sensual about how I consume you; firstly, your voice and his low tenor. Notes rising up from that handsome throat, I witness the bob of your Adam's apple under that half-done collar. Secondly, your eyes; verde lustre, see me drink them down. My sight says to thee, I have found salvation in you. I taste longing in the aftermath of my meal. I devour, I lap, and I chastely do away with this. Thirdly, your grin. This is the apex of all orgastic joy. All you need do is bare your teeth to me and my insides — all of my spirit is then filled.
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Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 9:12 PM UTC
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Plenty is sensual about how I consume you; firstly, your voice and his low tenor. Notes rising up from that handsome throat, I witness the bob of your Adam's apple under that half-done collar. Secondly, your eyes; verde lustre, see me drink them down. My sight says to thee, I have found salvation in you. I taste longing in the aftermath of my meal. I devour, I lap, and I chastely do away with this. Thirdly, your grin. This is the apex of all orgastic joy. All you need do is bare your teeth to me and my insides — all of my spirit is then filled.
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