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You kneel at my feet. Your eyes are blindfolded. Your arms are bound behind your back. Your only thought is for my pleasure. You cringe
Astrüm-wurld Sabena knew she wasn’t alone the moment they arrived. They were in her dreams again. The two horned gods. She didn’t know if they
She spoke about making me available to stand in place for measuring and positioning. “Blake,” she said, “I told you I was going to have
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