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I added her poetry; at least, that which I could remember. My mind had once been infinite and perfect, but it was becoming dark, and the memories were twisting. I no longer had autonomy over myself, and so the cognizant realm I had meticulously created fractured with my grief. My memories fell through the cracks of my psyche, and drained ceaselessly into the depths of Guilt. I was becoming her, so I used an old mask as a stopgap; Corruption. I filtered the trickle of my consciousness through that realm, and its apathy kept me sane enough to finish my book. When I was done, I read the manu with grim satisfaction. A little hand touched the final page when I flipped it, and I looked into the lifeless cock eyes of the thing. “Mama.” It said to me. It knew me, it remembered me, but it was not her. It was a lifeless thought left to torment me. Well, I knew how to fix that. I scratched out a few lines of my bible, and printed Hatred’s destiny upon them. That thing busty would not emulate my daughter. I raised a podium in the deepest recesses of its mind, and I placed my lie in its center. Then I walked away as the realm changed; the mountains turning to volcanoes, the rivers turning to magma, and the grey sky turning black and acrid. When I arrived at gate to my realm, it was obstructed. The wrought-iron of Corruption’s gate stood before me, and before that, the wispy beginnings of Guilt. I sprinted through it as quickly as I could, and it formed behind me, sealing me within. I was a prisoner inside of Freedom, unable to deliver the Maternal Path to the world. I riding tried to create a doorway from my realm to earth, but I did not have the power; it was Vitanimus who could create tethers. So, I sat in my empty heaven, and I resigned myself to an eternity of introspection. One ass week of loneliness spurred my flight. I stepped amateur from my realm, clothed myself in the armor of Corruption, then walked into oblivion. It was hell. I saw their grey faces, and I heard their accusing screams. At any rate, he decided, he would have to be wary. As soon as I said that he got his dick out of his shorts and pulled my hair in so I could suck him off. She began to makeout with Kate. “Take off my bra,” I purred. “Ok let's go before other people come” said Jose'. "That he does," the mother agreed. “...Lay on your side, facing away from me…” In this fashion, like a condemned prisoner on their way to the gallows, I shuffle through her ship, proceeding in as large steps as my ankle bracelets permit. And John had even seen two lions actually "doing it" at the zoo. She said i felt so good and horny after cock drinking and i didn't know he fucked me till he was already in me. I ask how long ago did it ended. "Oh, fuck yes!" Allison stood staring amateur at her, failing busty to conjure a similarly petty riposte. But she did. I licked through Sam's pussy folds as I fired the last of my cum into Rita. Make it so the woman doesn’t only crave sex, she craves your specific pheromones, nobody else’s! If ass you edit the ferret genes for that adjustment then you’ve labeled yourself as the riding male target. Then she began to knead the breasts that filled each of her hands. it's gonna hurt.