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joemizmo wrote a comment 27 Dec 2022You try to breathe. Your chest won't rise, and each breath you take is ragged and shallow. I cup my hands over your breasts, and watch the blood trickling between my own fingers, now. They push back, weakly, each time you try to fill your lungs. Hot darkness laps at you, your vision narrowing as the room swirls. Your eyes plead for... mercy? Or maybe one last orgasm? I can oblige.
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