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“Hazel, please…” Destiny said, fingers now diving into herself. They curled on trained impulse to scratch at her g-spot, nails digging hard against her inner walls. A poor imitation of the tumescent, vein-riddled prick on her screen, but her imagination filled in the rest. She and Hazel would kiss as they rolled their hips together, offering themselves to one another completely. All the while, Destiny would bask in the bosom she’d given her love as it smothered her own.

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