Cold Breakfast

1870 Words

Steam fills just about every inch of the room, lustful cries penetrating the thunderous atmosphere as we indulge in pleasure, satisfying deep-rooted carnal desires on primal instincts. My body burns like an inferno, hot from the heat of their flesh against mine, hearing the ragged breath and frantic gasps emitted as they continue to push inside of me, my mouth, my pu*sy, my a*shole, pushing and pulling until I'm full to overflow. My mind is completely gone, consumed, lost in this sea of sensations and thoughts. I can't think straight or coherently, everything is too overwhelming. Loud, repetitive howls resonate throughout the room, spurring us to the most primitive level of evolution, a primitive s****l need for survival that is not even close to being satisfied yet. My heart pounds

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