Wednesday, 19 June, 2013
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It was six inches fully erect. As she ran a painted nail along its length she couldn’t conjure up the appropriate response: pleasure or disgust. A sigh escaped her lips as she gently stroked it, feeling the pleasure of its tip and of the throbbing warmness it brought through her loins. Part of her felt the intense pleasure it brought, but she could feel the familiar hate well up inside of her. Hot, wet tears begin to form in her eyes, and she sniffled through her blood-clotted nose.
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