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Copy & Paste Erotica Emojis & Symbols “ 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂 ” | (づ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

Hi, I'm a petite girl, I'm 15 years old and... it's embarrassing to admit it, but I want to lose my virginity!! If you give me a like, it means you would help me in.. that. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⢀⣔⣲⣶⣶⣶⣦⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣝⡯⣿⣟⣷⣶⣬⣛⠿⣽⡦⢄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣟⣜⡴⢿⣟⣹⣧⣽⣿⣟⣺⣟⠶⠽⠶⢦⡤⢤⣤⣤⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⡟⣽⣸⢣⡯⣧⣿⣷⣽⡶⠿⠓⠚⠛⠙⠋⠙⠿⠓⠛⠞⢮⣽⣛⢿⣶⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣇⣿⡷⣾⣿⣯⠟⠋⠁⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⠛⢷⣝⣻⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡿⣻⣿⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠪⡹⣷⣟⢿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡯⣿⡿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣬⣴⡏⣧⣽⣻⣿⣷⠶⣶⣤⣀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⢧⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣽⣿⡛⣟⣻⣏⢿⣿⣿⡗⣮⣟⢿⡆ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣫⢟⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣥⣿⣧⢿⣿⣽ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⢛⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠾⣿⣿⣿⢿⢓⣿⣿⣝⣿⣿⣯⣟⣟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣟⣿⡔⢀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢩⣿⡿⣿⢿⣯⣻⡿⣡⣿⡟⡞ ⠀⠀⢀⣾⣻⣃⣿⣿⣅⢹⣷⣦⡉⠛⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⢻⣿⢯⣿⠛⡿⣷⣿⢿⠞⠀ ⠀⠀⠸⣇⡭⠽⢿⣹⣿⣷⣿⣾⡟⠒⢦⣿⣧⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠿⠿⠿⣾⣿⡟⡷⠋⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠉⠓⠦⢯⣽⣿⣿⢿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⠻⣦⣀⣀⣤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⢀⣤⣤⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣩⠜⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢷⣟⣶⣄⠢⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣍⣴⡞⢷⣤⣤⣴⠄⠀⢠⣿⣿⣭⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⢠⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⡶⡿⢪⡹⣮⠳⡶⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠹⣧⣔⣶⣠⡿⠁⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⢀⡎⣸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣠⡤⣄⣼⣷⢀⠀⣬⡇⣙⣃⣖⣿⣿⡟⠿⣭⣒⠄⠀⣉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢃⣦⣄⠀⡌⣰⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠠⡿⠉⢀⠘⢏⠎⠈⠁⢀⠼⣭⡙⣛⠿⢿⡇⠀⠀⠉⠛⠓⢦⣤⣗⣂⠤⠤⣀⠀⠈⠛⢿⡿⠿⣳⣼⡟⢙⣷⣱⢿⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠈⣿⣶⣄⡱⠂⠁⠀⠂⠀⠀⡋⣹⡸⣿⣾⡅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⣻⣗⣦⣥⣀⣁⡂⠹⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⠿⣿⢺⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠉⢹⠅⠀⡁⠈⣸⠀⣠⣠⡿⣡⡏⣧⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣏⣿⣿⡗⢬⣌⡟⢛⢛⠛⣛⡩⣶⡾⠞⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣿⢆⡀⠀⢠⡇⠉⠉⠉⠀⢻⣧⣝⣶⢴⣤⣄⡲⠄⠀⠀⠀⣰⠿⣷⣏⡛⠛⠟⠷⠶⠾⢿⣹⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠓⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣯⡻⣬⡼⢋⣭⣽⣿⣋⣓⣬⣈⣿⢟⣛⡷⣾⣶⣤⣾⣾⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠓⠋⠉⠉⠛⠛⠛⠛⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Venus planet of love was destroied by global warming ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣤⣴⣶⣾⣿⢿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⡿⠿⣿⣶⣶⣤⣄⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣾⣿⠿⠛⠉⠉⢀⣠⣾⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣦⠀⠈⠉⠙⠻⢿⣿⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⣿⡿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⠿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⡿⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣦⣤⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣿⣿⠿⠛⠛⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣄⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣂⣤⡼⠿⢿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠉⢻⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠈⢿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⠟⠛⠛⠛⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠈⠹⣿⣤⣦⣸⣿⣿⡟⣿⣦⠀⠘⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢸⣿⠇⠀⠀⢰⣿⠙⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠁⠈⢹⣿⡇⠈⢿⣇⠀⢹⣿⡄⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⣼⡇⠀⣿⣦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇⠀⠘⣿⠀⠘⣿⡇⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⠸⣿⡇⠀⠘⢿⣿⣟⠛⢳⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⡏⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⠿⠻⣷⡄⠀⠀⣀⣠⣴⣿⠟⠀⠀⢀⣿⠀⠀⣿⡇⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⢸⣿⡀⠀⠀⢹⣿⡀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠿⠿⠿⠿⢟⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣷⣦⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠁⠀⠀⣠⣾⡿⠀⢀⣿⡇⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠈⣿⣇⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣤⣄⣀⣀⣀⣀⣠⣶⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣦⣍⣉⠉⠉⠀⢀⣀⣠⣴⣾⣿⠟⠁⠀⣸⣿⠃⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⡄⠀⠀⣰⣾⣿⣿⣿⡛⠛⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⠛⠛⠻⠛⢻⣿⣿⣯⣭⡀⠀⠀⢠⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣄⣰⣿⡟⠉⠻⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⡿⠋⠙⢿⣿⣧⣤⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⢀⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠿⠛⠻⣿⣷⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀ ⢀⣾⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⣶⣴⣿⣿⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣤⣤⣤⣼⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣷⡀⠀ ⣼⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠙⠛⠛⠻⠿⠿⠿⣷⣶⣶⣦⣶⣶⡿⠿⠿⠟⠛⠛⠛⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣷⠀ ⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇ ⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣷⣶⣦⣤⣤⣀⣀⣀⣼⣿⣿⣦⣤⣠⣤⣤⣤⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇ ⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣄⡀⠉⢻⣿⡏⠉⠙⠛⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⢻⣿⣶⣦⣤⣶⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇ ⠘⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠛⠿⠿⢶⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣦⡀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⡏ ⠀⠈⠻⣿⣷⣄⡀⠀⠀⢿⣶⣤⣄⣀⣾⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣷⣶⣤⣶⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣶⣿⡿⠋⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠿⢿⣷⣶⣤⣽⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠿⣿⣯⣤⣤⣤⣶⣿⡿⠟⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠙⠋⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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MY NAME IS WALTER WHITE YO🔥🔥🔥🔥🗣🗣🗣🗣 MY WIFES NAME IS SKYLER WHITE YO 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😎😎😎😎😎😎💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥
"dont write smut here" wtf you scared about???? omg i never did find good smut here what are you all yapping about it's all childish let me show you what's a good smut cuz bitch we know how old are you from the way you write wanna be baddies at 12yo??? (it's my first time writing smut without "feelings" n 3rd person so idk much but im sure you like it if you're mature) anyways here The bedroom door creaked shut behind them as they stepped inside, leaving the world outside forgotten. His hand found the small of her back, guiding her closer until their bodies touched. She could feel the heat radiating off him, smell of his cologne mingled with something uniquely him. Her fingers danced along the hem of his shirt, tracing the waistband of his jeans before slipping underneath to caress the warm skin beneath. He shivered at her touch, a low groan escaping his lips. Encouraged, she continued her exploration, fingertips grazing over the prominent bulge straining against his denim prison. Slowly, deliberately, she worked open the button and zipper, freeing his thick length from its confines. It sprang up, standing proud and throbbing with need. Her breath caught at the sight. With trembling hands, she wrapped her slender fingers around his girth, marveling at the solid weight in her grasp. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to the tip, tasting the salty precum beading at the slit. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the droplet before taking him deeper into her warm, wet mouth. She bobbed her head, sucking and slurping, reveling in the deep, guttural moans he made above her. One hand stroked what she couldn't fit past her lips while the other roamed his chiseled torso, mapping every ridge and plane. His hips began to thrust in time with her movements, seeking more friction, more pleasure. Breaking away with a pop, she looked up at him through heavy lids, her cheeks flushed and lips glistening. Without a word, he reached down, pulling her to her feet. Their bodies collided, hot and desperate. He cupped her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks as he leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, tangling with hers in a dance that left them both panting. They tumbled onto the bed, limbs entwined as they explored each other's bodies, learning every curve and valley. His hand roamed between her legs, finding her already slick with arousal. He teased her clit, circling the sensitive nub before dipping lower to push two fingers into her tight pussy. His fingers plunged into her, curling to hit that sweet spot inside her. She arched into his touch, a gasp escaping her lips as pleasure rippled through her body. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving thin red lines in their wake. Her inner walls fluttered around his digits, trying to draw him deeper. He set a steady rhythm, curling his fingers to hit that magic spot inside her. All the while, his thumb never stopped its maddening circles on her clit. The dual stimulation had her seeing stars, her body coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap. She fisted the sheets, knuckles turning white as she fought against the building pressure. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he crooked his fingers just right and sent her hurtling over the edge. She cried out, her pussy clamping down on his plunging fingers as ecstasy crashed over her. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through her, making her shake and twitch uncontrollably. As she came undone beneath him, he reveled in the sight and sound of her release. Watching her fall apart under his touch was intoxicating, fueling his own desire even further. He removed his fingers slowly, savoring the way her pussy clenched and milked him. Withdrawing from her lips, he trailed kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh there. He wanted to mark her, leave evidence of his possession all over her body. He moved lower, lavishing attention on her breasts, paying homage to each hardened nipple before taking one into his mouth, suckling greedily. His free hand roved across her stomach, inching towards her pussy. He slipped a finger back inside her, feeling how her cunt still spasmed from her orgasm. She whimpered, still riding the aftershocks of her climax. The sensation of his fingers probing her sensitive flesh once again had her toes curling. He added another digit, scissoring them to stretch her open, preparing her for what was to come. He released her breast with a soft pop, his gaze locking onto hers as he notched the broad head of his cock against her entrance. Slowly, giving her time to adjust, he pushed forward, sinking into her welcoming heat inch by delicious inch. When he started to move, it was slow and sensual at first. Each roll of his hips ground his pelvis against her clit, sending sparks shooting up her spine. His pace gradually increased, becoming harder and faster with each thrust. She clung to him, nails raking down his back as she urged him on. The sounds of their coupling filled the room the slap of sweat-slicked skin meeting skin, their harsh pants and groans of pleasure. It was raw and primal, an ancient dance as old as time itself. Pressure built low in her belly once more, coiling tighter and tighter with each drag of his cock against her G-spot. She knew she wouldn't last much longer, could feel herself teetering on the precipice of another explosive orgasm. ANYWAYS BADDIES IT4S IDK IF YOU4LL LIKE THIS WAY OF WRITING BUT SHIT WHY NOT take care baddiz ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 bobo my tag: baddiz
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NSFW search: "dynamzna4ps" for more! SPANISH CONTENT.- Camilo y Lewis volvian de su ultima clase de aritmetica, alejandose de la institucion en la que ambos estudiaban. Bajando por las calles, ahora gelidas, algo de tension se iba formando entre ellos. Hasta que algo paso. Lewis acortó la distancia con rapidez, manteniendo a Camilo entre sus brazos, mientras el otro se mantenia algo indiferente, sin parecer indignado ni disgustado. disgustado con el otro. -Oye...- musitó, apartandose un poco- Aun estas consciente de que seguimos en la via publica? - Obviamente si, es claro, pero no veo problema en que admiren nuestro amor - Oye si de verdad te sientes asi de necesitado, dejame ponerte en posicion, no me puedo ofender siendo cogido por un enano como tu... En un movimiento agil, llevo a Lewis contra la pared, comenzando morder su cuello expuesto. - A-Ah, oye, este no e-era el plan.. - No queria mostrar su timidez y nerviosismo al ser dominado por primera vez, mas su voz lo traicionaba. No hubo respuesta alguna, solo empezó a sentir sus pantalones siendo arrebatados. Con un beso, Lewis fue acallado mientras algo entraba a su organismo. Se sentia extraño, y queria que se acabara, pues aun no se acostumbraba. Se libero de el beso, separandose con un hilo de saliva. - N-Ngh...~ C-Camilo, sacalo! - Lloriqueó entre gemidos. Fue acallado por algo un suave "sh", que resonaba entre las calles frias. Las estocadas eran duras y fuertes, dando exactamente en el punto G de el contrario. Sacandole suspiros y gemidos, a pesar de no estar totalmente comodo, pues el dolor aun dominaba en su cuerpo. - Tu iniciaste, aguantate. -Su voz era mas comandante, no esperando negacion de parte de el contrario - N-No! Ahh.. Camilo, y-yo no se ser d-dominado... Me duele... Antes de poder terminar su queja, Camilo se separó. Aunque lo seguia mimando con besos, endulzando la situacion. De su intimidad salia sangre y semen, que goteaban hasta ensuciar el piso. Las lagrimas eran presentes en los ojos de Lewis, aun con shock, pero con algo de dopamina. - C-Camilo... Mejor lo h-hacemos con mas preparacion... L-Lo siento por i-incitarte... -Lewis lloriqueó - Yo me deje llevar, mejor nos vamos a mi apartamento y te limpio, eres una masita llorona y con fluidos. Lewis solo asintio, vaciamente.
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⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⣿⠀⠀⣿⢿⣿⣿⣟⣵⣯⣶⡽⣻⢋⡴⢣⠞⡴⢃⠞⡼⠁⢡⠋⠜⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠛⠻⠿⢿⣮⣮⣢⠀⠀⠐⠒⠛⠋⠝⣶⠋⣉⡴⠋⠀⠀⣠⣴⡏⠀⠀⣼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡏ ⣸⢻⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⢹⡇⠀⣿⣾⣷⣻⣿⣻⢯⢞⡾⢡⠞⣠⢋⡞⢠⢋⡞⠀⠀⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣿⣿⡏⠽⡓⠒⠂⠀⠀⢸⣷⣾⠉⠀⣠⡴⠟⢩⡟⠀⠀⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡸⠀ ⣿⢸⡇⠀⠀⣿⠀⠸⣇⠀⢸⡏⣿⡱⡵⢣⢯⠞⣠⠏⡰⢁⠎⣰⢃⠞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣶⡶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠶⠤⠴⠶⠞⠻⡅⠀⣿⣿⣷⢫⡮⣣⡤⢶⣚⣩⣾⡵⡖⢋⡡⠖⣹⣿⠁⠀⠀⡾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠇⠀ ⣿⢸⡇⠀⠀⢹⠀⠀⣿⡀⢫⣷⣿⡱⢡⢣⠏⣰⠃⡴⢡⠏⡰⢁⠎⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡶⠶⢖⡛⠋⠉⠀⠀⢀⣀⣠⣤⣤⣶⣶⣶⣶⣄⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⠈⣞⢞⠻⡻⣭⣽⠶⠟⠊⠁⠀⢠⣿⠃⠀⠀⣸⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⠀⠀ ⡟⢸⢠⠀⠀⢸⡄⠀⢹⢷⡀⠘⣿⡇⢣⠏⢰⠇⡰⠁⠉⡰⠁⠊⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⣰⠟⠀⠈⠁⢀⣠⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠁⡫⣧⣴⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠃⠀⢀⢠⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠃⠀⠀ ⡇⢸⠸⠀⠀⠈⣇⠀⠈⡎⣿⣵⡌⠳⣍⡀⡏⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠞⣷⣤⣤⠞⢁⠀⢀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠸⣧⠀⡱⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠃⠀⡰⢣⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⡏⠀⠀⠀ ⡇⢸⠀⡆⠀⠀⢻⡀⠀⢣⢸⡜⣿⣦⠈⠻⣗⡒⠤⠤⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⣧⡈⠳⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠋⠉⠁⠠⠀⠀⠨⢭⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠱⣣⢸⡪⡲⡀⠀⢀⡾⠃⢀⡾⢁⡾⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠣⠁⠀⠀⠀ ⡇⢸⡄⣇⠀⠀⠈⣷⠀⠘⡞⣇⢹⣿⣷⣤⣀⠙⠳⠦⣄⣀⡀⠀⣀⣀⣠⠴⠀⠹⣿⣿⣆⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢋⡽⠛⠁⠁⠀⢀⡦⠒⠒⠒⣴⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠳⡵⣅⠀⠈⣢⡟⠁⣠⠟⠀⣾⠃⠀⠀⠀⢀⡾⢡⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡇⢸⡇⢿⠀⠀⠀⠸⣧⠀⢳⣿⡈⣿⢷⢻⣟⣛⣷⣶⣶⠬⠽⠿⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⢁⡠⠤⢤⠂⠀⠠⣰⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⢈⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠢⢍⣿⠋⢀⣼⠏⠀⣼⠇⠀⠀⠀⢠⡞⢀⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀ ⡇⢸⡇⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣣⡈⣿⣇⢹⡌⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⣿⣿⠇⠮⠋⠀⠀⠀⢁⠠⣵⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠞⢁⣴⣿⠏⠀⣼⠏⠀⠀⠀⣰⠟⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡞ ⣇⠀⣧⢸⡆⠀⢀⠀⠈⢷⣳⡸⣿⡄⢷⡘⣿⢷⣅⡠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⢦⡀⣿⠘⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣰⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡾⢃⣴⠟⣽⠋⠀⣰⠏⠀⠀⢀⡼⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠏⢠ ⣿⠀⣿⠈⣇⠀⠈⡆⠀⠈⢷⡱⢻⣿⡌⢧⠘⣯⠻⣮⣀⠀⢀⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⠀⠀⠀⠂⠀⡀⣼⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡴⣫⡴⡛⢁⣾⠃⠀⣰⠏⠀⠀⣠⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡼⠃⠀⠀ ⣿⠀⣿⡄⢻⡀⠀⢇⠀⠀⠀⢻⡄⢿⣷⡈⢧⠘⣧⠊⠛⢷⣾⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣷⡿⠁⠀⠀⢀⣠⣾⣽⡻⠕⢪⢇⡾⠃⠀⢠⠏⠀⢀⣴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡟⢡⠂⠀⠀ ⢻⡆⢻⣇⠘⣧⠀⠘⡄⠀⠀⠀⢻⡌⢿⣿⣄⢳⡹⣧⠀⢌⢻⣷⣦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⢰⢯⣟⣠⠤⠶⠚⠋⠉⠁⠀⠀⣰⢣⡿⠁⠀⠀⠁⠀⣠⡞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡾⣻⢁⠏⠀⠀⠀ ⠸⣷⠸⣻⡄⢹⡄⠀⠹⡄⠀⠀⠀⢻⣌⣿⡝⢧⡹⣽⣯⢁⠘⣿⣯⠻⢷⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠃⠀⠀⠀⣼⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡜⣵⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡟⢡⡏⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡆⢿⣀⣏⣷⠀⢻⡀⠀⠹⡄⠀⠀⠀⠻⣎⢿⣄⠿⣶⡞⢷⡀⡘⣟⣯⠀⠉⠻⢷⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡾⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣫⣾⠏⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⠃⣼⣹⠁⠀⠀⡆⠀ ⢷⢸⡯⣾⣞⣧⠈⢷⡀⠀⠹⡄⠀⠀⠀⠙⣯⣻⣆⠌⠛⣷⣿⣦⠚⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣶⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣄⢀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠟⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣼⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⢀⣴⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣿⣿⡿⠀⣟⠇⠀⠀⠀⠃⠀ ⠘⣇⣿⣾⢿⠸⣧⠈⢷⡀⠀⠹⣄⠀⠀⠀⠘⢷⡽⣧⡁⠘⣿⡟⢻⣮⣿⡿⣄⡀⠀⠀⢻⣿⡛⢷⣦⣄⠀⠀⠙⠳⣮⡴⠟⢁⠞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣾⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⢀⣴⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⢿⣿⡇⢸⡟⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀ ⣤⣸⣾⣿⠘⣧⠙⣧⡀⢻⣄⠀⠘⢦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣞⣷⡂⡘⣟⣾⣯⠝⠿⣿⣧⡀⠀⠠⢻⣳⡌⠊⠛⡿⣦⣄⠀⠳⠤⠔⠋⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠁⢀⣴⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⡗⢸⠁⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀ ⣿⣿⣽⣿⣧⣜⢆⠘⣷⡀⠹⣆⠀⠈⢳⡄⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣿⣄⠈⠘⡟⢷⣄⠈⣇⡻⣆⢀⠁⢳⡿⣆⠀⢻⡌⠛⣿⣶⣤⣀⠀⢀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⢠⣾⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⣿⠀⣾⡀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀ ⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣌⣿⣄⠘⢧⡀⠀⠙⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣝⣦⡀⢻⠀⣟⢿⣿⢓⢈⠳⣄⠀⢷⡹⣆⠀⢻⡄⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⢹⡄⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀ ⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡈⢳⡄⠀⠈⠳⣄⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⡿⣮⡀⢸⡄⡉⠻⣄⡀⠉⢷⡈⢷⡹⡆⠀⢻⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⣼⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⣿⡄⢷⡿⢸⠀⠀⠀⠈⡀⠀ 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Smut Story! 🎒📛🖍️🍟 In a quaint, cluttered room, a young girl named Elara sat cross-legged on a floor littered with comic books and half-eaten snacks. Her curly hair bobbed with the beat of her favorite tunes playing from an ancient boombox. The walls were a canvas of sticky notes and magazine clippings, each one more peculiar than the last. The room smelled faintly of marker and pizza. Her eyes were glued to a glowing computer screen, fingers flying over the keyboard as she crafted a wild tale of adventure and romance. The story she wrote was anything but typical; it was a blend of the absurd and the earnest, a universe where pineapples could speak and the ocean was made of soda. She giggled to herself, enjoying the thrill of letting her imagination run wild. Her mother called from the kitchen, "Elara, dinner's ready!" But the words barely registered as she typed away. Her characters were in a heated battle with a dragon made of jelly beans, and she had to see it through. "In a flash," she murmured, not taking her eyes off the screen. Her fingers hovered over the keys, poised to deliver the next line of dialogue, when suddenly the room around her began to shift. The walls grew fuzzy, the air thick and heavy. The screen flickered and the story on it began to bleed into reality. The floor beneath her turned cold and damp, and she felt the ground tremble. A blast of arctic wind hit her, carrying with it the scent of pine and something she couldn't quite place. The lights dimmed, replaced by an eerie glow that grew brighter, and she was surrounded by a blizzard of swirling, glittering snowflakes. Elara looked down to find herself dressed in a peculiar outfit, a mix of fur and fabric that seemed both out of place in her bedroom and perfectly suited for the new environment. She was no longer in her pajamas but in a warm, insulated suit that she'd never seen before. Panic began to set in as she realized she wasn't just writing a story anymore—she was in it. The trembling grew more intense, and she felt a strange pulling sensation deep in her stomach. She tried to scream, but her voice was lost in the howling wind. Her eyes grew wide as she watched her fingers slowly morph into something new—tiny red berries, plump and ripe, growing from her fingertips. The transformation was painless but unsettling. Her skin began to take on a new texture, one that she could feel but not quite understand. The world around her grew quiet, and the snowfall slowed to a gentle flurry. As the last of the light in her room disappeared, she found herself standing in a moonlit clearing in the heart of a vast, untouched forest. The only sound was the crunch of frozen earth beneath her newfound strawberry feet. Elara looked down at herself in disbelief. Her entire body had transformed into a giant strawberry, her clothes replaced by the fruit's lush red skin. She was in Norway, a place she'd only ever dreamed of seeing, and she was now part of the very tale she had so carelessly conjured. The reality of her new form settled in, and she felt a mix of fear and awe. Her heart raced as she wondered what other twists her story might take. The night was alive with whispers of the unseen, and she could feel the eyes of the forest's inhabitants upon her. The cold seeped into her core, but she didn't feel it—not as the cold of the fridge, but as something more vital. The frosty air filled her lungs, and she realized she could breathe. The taste of sweetness lingered on her tongue, hinting at the fate she had unwittingly written for herself. Her mother's call for dinner was a distant memory now. In its place was the thrill of the unknown, the excitement of a world she had never dared to step into. And with that, she took a tentative step into the moonlit woods, ready to embrace whatever fate her imagination had in store. The crunch of the frozen ground beneath her was rhythmic, like the beat of a heart. Each step she took echoed through the quiet night, sending a shiver up her spine. She looked around, the silver moonlight casting an ethereal glow on the trees and the snow, which now reached her knees. The forest was a silent sentinel, its secrets waiting to be discovered. As she ventured deeper, the whispers grew louder—now they were not just the sounds of the night but the whispers of the very trees themselves. The branches bent and twisted in patterns that seemed to form words she couldn't quite grasp. The wind played a tune that danced around her, hinting at the adventure ahead. A figure emerged from the shadows, a creature that looked like it had been plucked straight from her story—half man, half moose, with antlers adorned with twinkling lights. It approached her with a curious gaze, and she felt a strange kinship with it, as if it were a character she had brought to life with her very own thoughts. "Welcome to the Land of the Fruitful, Strawberry Maiden," it spoke in a deep, rumbling voice. "Your tale has summoned you, and now you must live it out." Elara swallowed hard, her heart racing. "What happens now?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and fear. The creature looked down at her, its eyes kind. "Your story has no end, for now. You must choose your path." The forest grew brighter as two paths materialized before her, one leading to a castle of ice, the other to a village of glowing berries. Each promised a different adventure, a new chapter in her unfolding saga. She took a deep breath, the sweet scent of her own fruitiness filling her nose, and made her choice. The path to the castle called to her, a shimmering beacon of mystery and intrigue. She had always loved a good castle in her stories. As she began her journey, she could feel the weight of her new form, the heaviness of her strawberry body. But she was not deterred. If she could write herself into this world, she could write herself out. With each step, the whispers grew softer, the forest seemingly approving of her choice. The wind picked up, carrying her scent ahead like an invisible beacon. Elara the Strawberry Maiden walked into the night, her heart beating like a drum, ready to conquer whatever awaited her. The castle grew larger with each step, its turrets piercing the star-studded sky. The drawbridge was down, an invitation she couldn't resist. As she approached the gates, they creaked open, revealing a courtyard of sparkling ice sculptures, each one more magnificent than the last. Her breath hitched in her chest as she took in the beauty of this place. In the center of the courtyard, a figure in royal blue and gold stood, watching her approach. It was the Jelly Bean King from her story, a smile playing on his lips. "Welcome," he said, his voice a delightful jingle. "Your story has led you to the most unexpected of places, but fear not, for here, you are the heroine." Elara's mind raced. Was this a trick? Would she be a prisoner in her own tale? But as she stepped onto the gleaming ice, she felt a strange sense of belonging. This was her world now, and she was ready to face whatever it had in store for her. 🦠🍀🪖🧃 Thank You!
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