now we can imagine her getting those mean friction burns, on all fours, while this beast is rutting behind her. Working up a flop sweat that falls into the subtle creases of her silicone back, all the while her face remains soulless, uncaring.
Poetry of the dark recesses of the human soul, an abyss where man comes face to face with what severely autistic people do when they're alone & feeling urges.
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u/Naive_Personality367 3h ago
i can still change my mind