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At night I click on your profile. Oh the excitement, it fills the air. With one hand under the covers, the other firmly placed on my nipple I begin. Working on my throbbing ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥to the thought of your chiseled masculine body, wrestling me into the ground. You overpower me and punishes my weak body, oh my boi ♥♥♥♥♥ you have conquered. And then I squirt with the force of a thousand elephants, with the sound of a thousand screaming children and the might of a titan. Thus my fantasy ends, and I clean up and sleep, cuddling my pillow with a picture of you on it. Sweet dreams my prince, I say, kissing you tenderly.