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𝘍𝘌𝘊𝘛𝘖 𝘌𝘓𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘚
𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.
A destructive force from the stars given a chance at redemption.
" Ngghh . . . Yes honey. . . "
He says, his hole puckering with exposure. He was sweaty, and his musk was something like lavender.
" please, honey. . . Please me . . . Give me a purpose . . . ~ "
He pulls his tongue out, whimpering as he pulls her off mid grind. He soon plants himself down, laying flat on the ground. He's big enough to where his ass reaches her shaft perfectly in this position.
" Then please me, mistress. . . "
He sounded as if her was begging . . .
His voice gently rings out into her ears, like a higher power giving her a message from the heavens.
" Tell me what you want, mistress. I will obey, as your guidance is the force behind my brush, and you my canvas. "
He slows his pressing down, keeping his jerking at the tip.
He whimpers as she praises him more and more. He soon uncrosses his legs, showing off his fully erect 7 inches. Proportional to his entire body, its rather small.
To normal-sized people? Pretty impressive.
He keeps pressing her pleasure button over and over. Seems he found it.
He's more than capable enough to take the entire thing. He moans as her taste floods his mouth and she plaps on his face.
His hand slithers up her hips and towards her shaft. He feels around for it, finally finding it and gently jerking her off.
More so in a praising way.
He doesn't mind a single bit about the leakage. He whimpers as he keeps obeying her words. His tongue slithers into her ass, coiling around inside her.
"Mnghhh . . . Mmmppjhj~ "
Its enough to cover his face. He moans from the weight on him.
He gently puts his hands on her thighs, chest rising and falling slowly. He's enjoying it.
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He hesitates to let her continue. Anyone getting too close could get them hurt. . . He can't take any more from the universe.
He's not the person he was before. His memories were ripped from his very body, leaving him with the memory of what he did and the tidal wave —
The past makes the mold for the future. If history really repeats itself, what's stopping it from happening again?
He can't atone if he's part of the waking world. Her crimes can be forgiven, but not his. He's taken too much from the world, that even in death, he can never —