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Life is an automatic process It goes on automatically I live in a simulated world Changing times and changing faces Changing dates and changing places It's all the same to me The emptiness remains the same There is a woman Who I love In an ideal world We would be together Alas She married a strong powerful man An alpha male A Jujitsu expert With great ****** stamina When he thrusts into her I moan in my bed The pathetic cries of the cuckold He is ******* the woman of my dreams Filling her with his seed Well, It is not an ideal world Things often do not go as planned And when I am able To become aroused enough I am learning to love the taste Of my own cream
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
Life Inside The Simulation
Life is an automatic process It goes on automatically I live in a simulated world Changing times and changing faces Changing dates and changing places It's all the same to me The emptiness remains the same There is a woman Who I love In an ideal world We would be together Alas She married a strong powerful man An alpha male A Jujitsu expert With great ****** stamina When he thrusts into her I moan in my bed The pathetic cries of the cuckold He is ******* the woman of my dreams Filling her with his seed Well, It is not an ideal world Things often do not go as planned And when I am able To become aroused enough I am learning to love the taste Of my own cream
MattG
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
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