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I. Hate. Myself. So ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ much.

I have no clue how high I was when I agreed to this.

But here you go, you damned bunch of horny teenagers.
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As soon as the door clicked behind Kryztal, she found herself pressed up against it. Hard.

Pyrofish was holding her, one hand on her shoulder, the other almost propping her up by her left thigh. The older woman's touch felt like a white-hot branding metal scratching against skin, heat burning straigh through clothes and sending tingling sensations wildly across skin and beyond. It was tantalizing. Barely a few seconds, and she already felt like she was drowning in it.

Then the hands on her body began moving, exploring, feeling. Everywhere the fingers ran, she felt more heat spread. Along the waist, up her neck and jawline, back down over her stomach. She buckled against the grip in an attempt to free her hands, but was just pushed back harder, the cold door contrasting the warmth that was slowly enveloping her. And the hands just kept wandering, touching her everywhere. It was unbearable, and she needed it. No, she *wanted* it.

Her senses were overwhelmed. The heat seeping from her partner was everywhere now. A simple bursh of skin against the shorts covering her nether regions set her ablaze. Her mind was consumed by lust, heat and desire. Only a thought somewhere deep down retained enough clarity to shamefully notice the wet spot forming on her panties, and it was quickly crushed by the swirling emotions. She leaned back slightly, staring up into the bright, sparkly eyes and tiny wrinkles around relaying a playful question. Pyrofish might've been one to pounce her, but not one to force her hand... well, not in that sense, anyways. It wasn't often she got a chance to mockingly tell her she was a big old softie deep down, but it always crossed her mind at moments like that.

Her eyes telegraphed careless desire, and a decisive *Yes*.

Pyrofish didn't waste time. Her right hand moved behind the youngster's neck to firmly grasp it, while her thumb slowly drew a line below, across her jaw and downwards to her throat. Kryztal gave a deep growl in response, finally freeing her own hands from behind her back and immediately putting them to use. She wrapped it right around Pyrofish's waist, pulling her closer, while her left shot up to grab the back of her head. The pressure was symbolic at best - her partner didn't need any more encouragment. She only needed to take a step closer.

Pyrofish led Kryztal's head closer, but to the other woman's disappointment, yanked her lightly before their lips could connect. Instead of a deep kiss, she planted several pecks on her cheek, knowingly teasing, denying her the satisfaction. To her, it was as much a game as it was lovemaking, and she wasn't about to lose. The hand planted on her back gripped her shirt a little harder, and she inwardly smiled at the impatient gesture. Instead of sating her need, she continued kissing up and down her neck, expertly dodging the clumsy attempts Kryztal put up to finally catch her with. Her hands wandered in the meantime, drawing across Kryztal's back, feeling her arch at every move, slowly giving in to Pyrofish's control.

She shifted to the side a bit, not relenting the assault on Kryztal's neck, giving herself ever so slightly more space. Her hands finally found their target, firmly grasping the younger woman's buttcheeks, giving them a squeeze as she brough her closer again. Their position changed, and Kryztal could now feel a leg slowly slipping betwen her thighs, grinding against her crotch. She leaned back, hips pushing forward and against the pressure, trying to squeeze more pleasure out of the act. Her head involuntarily threw itself back in a silent moan, only to come back down when she realized the leg between her thighs wasn't moving anymore. She slowly pulled herself down again, enjoying every second of the sensation, until Pyrofish suddenly locked her mouth with her lips.

Lips, and tongue.

Kryztal never stood a chance to resist it. Before she could realize what was going on, it was past her lips and teeth, swirling about in her mouth, tasting and daring. She could feel the gush of hot air when Pyrofish exhaled hit the back of her throat. It was the last straw, the instant it impacted her own tongue joined the dance, pushing, tugging, playing. There was a distinct sweetness she simply could not place or compare to the act, something intoxicating, wet... it was as if she was dreaming, everything dissolving into a blur of passion and need.

To Pyrofish, it was still a game. She probed and pushed forward only to immediately escape, baiting Kryz to move to the rhythm she was setting. She wanted the youngster to do her bidding, give herself away, and only then she would let her go. Her fate for the next half an hour was sealed the moment she agreed to play. She would tear her to shreds, and arrange those shreds the way she wanted. The movement of tongues was signaling just that, playing with her prey. She gave her just enough for her to catch on, then withdrew, invitng her to return the gesture.

Their lips stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, until they both emerged, gasping for air. The sharp breaths were complete with the remnants of the incomprehensible scent their kiss was so full of, as mysterious as it was alluring. Neither could resist it for more than a few short moments, but in a sudden moment of clarity, instead of dropping into another another round of relentless kissing, Kryztal realised how terribly overdressed they both were.

Before Pyrofish had the time to lunge forward, the younger of them let her hands cross and fall down to her hips, getting ahold of the annoyance that was her shirt. She tugged at it, trying to bring it up, but it didn't get far past her belly when Pyrofish caught up. She relieved her from getting the piece of cloth out of the way, instead pinning her hands above her head and pulling the shirt off with a single movement. As soon as it was above her head, she let go of her hands and forced her way into another kiss, as fierce as ever. The curled up ball of fabric ended up discarded and forgotten on the floor, only to be soon followed by more of Kryztal's outfit.

Pyrofish's own garments weren't all that quick to follow, another reminder of her attitude. By the point Kryztal was in nude, deprived even of socks, Pyrofish had barely dropped her own bra and still had clothing below the waist. That was much to Kryztal's own disappointment, but she didn't protest, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, glad for the little she got. She knew very well that despite the attempted composure, Pyrofish was equally as aroused, just slightly better at hiding it.

She did not expect the fingers that snaked between her legs, and felt her own face, and even chest, flush. Despite how many times they've done it, she always felt just as shy as the first time. It simultaneously turned her on and gave her a panic attack, freezing her in place for just a few moments. Her heart skipped, but Pyrofish didn't relent, moving her hand as well as lips, fully aware that stopping now would only let the panic set in. Soon enough, Kryztal rejoined their dance with renewed vigor, letting lust consume whatever it was that always took over in that moment.

Pyrofish kept her hand steady and teasing, ignoring the soft moans and pants her partner let out, thumb circling her clit. Kryztal was dripping, juices leaking onto her thighs as well as Pyrofish's hand, the sensation only causing Pyrofish to rub and kiss more fervently. The sounds Kryztal was making were quickly muffled by a mouthful of tongue and lips, heat emmanating from the rough kiss, worth more than a thousand words. They fell into a rhythm almost too quickly, Kryztal spreading her legs to allow Pyrofish more space, in turn reciving more rubbing.

Kryztal whined when the pleasure subsided for a short while, only to yelp in surprise when Pyrofish unceremoniously plunged two fingers into her. The sharp spike of surprise when Pyrofish penetrated her quickly subsided when pleasure took over, and once she had accomodated to the sudden fullness, was only too eager for the fingers to start moving. Despite the foggy state of mind, she made a valiant attempt to pushe herself up and down. THat earned her a vicious grin from the older woman.

Pyrofish wasn't one to withold a reward. When she felt the tugging motion around her fingers, she started giving Kryztal what she wanted in kind. With every thrust forward, Kryztal pushed down against her as muchas she could, making the experience all the more intense. In turn, Pyrofish picked up the pace, finally giving way to Kryztal's gasps for air, instead using her mouth to tend to the youngster's breasts. They stayed like that unbroken for sevral minutes, neither aware of their surroundings, only of the intense heat and pleasure.

Orgasm snuck up on Kryz tallike a thief in the night, like a knife plunged straight to her core without warning. The crescendo shattered her mind and replaced her vision with bright flashes of white.

---

The writer got up with a massive headache. He hated his own guts so bad at this point, he could barely continue. Every word cut into his soul just a tiny bit more.

"♥♥♥♥♥♥' freakshow," he muttered to himself whilst scrambling to his feet, trying to somehow stretch the pain away. Failure only kicked more swears out, and he hated every second of it. There was a red-hot anger brewing somewhere in the depths of his mind, a need to start yelling, burning and trashing about, the need to destroy everything around him. That one was familiar.

He turned back and grabbed the mouse to post his story, only to realize there was something else he wanted to say. Hands flew acoss the keyboard, typing out the one statement he'd probably regret later.

"I'm not writing ANY form of smut for ANY of you FOR AT LEAST THREE WEEKS. MY BRAIN IS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DEAD AT THIS POINT. I EVEN HAD TO PROOFREAD THIS AFTER MYSELF, AND I THINK I FAILED AT THAT TOO. ♥♥♥♥. ALL OF YOU."

I. Hate. Myself. So ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ much.

I have no clue how high I was when I agreed to this.

But here you go, you damned bunch of horny teenagers.
---

As soon as the door clicked behind Kryztal, she found herself pressed up against it. Hard.

Pyrofish was holding her, one hand on her shoulder, the other almost propping her up by her left thigh. The older woman's touch felt like a white-hot branding metal scratching against skin, heat burning straigh through clothes and sending tingling sensations wildly across skin and beyond. It was tantalizing. Barely a few seconds, and she already felt like she was drowning in it.

Then the hands on her body began moving, exploring, feeling. Everywhere the fingers ran, she felt more heat spread. Along the waist, up her neck and jawline, back down over her stomach. She buckled against the grip in an attempt to free her hands, but was just pushed back harder, the cold door contrasting the warmth that was slowly enveloping her. And the hands just kept wandering, touching her everywhere. It was unbearable, and she needed it. No, she *wanted* it.

Her senses were overwhelmed. The heat seeping from her partner was everywhere now. A simple bursh of skin against the shorts covering her nether regions set her ablaze. Her mind was consumed by lust, heat and desire. Only a thought somewhere deep down retained enough clarity to shamefully notice the wet spot forming on her panties, and it was quickly crushed by the swirling emotions. She leaned back slightly, staring up into the bright, sparkly eyes and tiny wrinkles around relaying a playful question. Pyrofish might've been one to pounce her, but not one to force her hand... well, not in that sense, anyways. It wasn't often she got a chance to mockingly tell her she was a big old softie deep down, but it always crossed her mind at moments like that.

Her eyes telegraphed careless desire, and a decisive *Yes*.

Pyrofish didn't waste time. Her right hand moved behind the youngster's neck to firmly grasp it, while her thumb slowly drew a line below, across her jaw and downwards to her throat. Kryztal gave a deep growl in response, finally freeing her own hands from behind her back and immediately putting them to use. She wrapped it right around Pyrofish's waist, pulling her closer, while her left shot up to grab the back of her head. The pressure was symbolic at best - her partner didn't need any more encouragment. She only needed to take a step closer.

Pyrofish led Kryztal's head closer, but to the other woman's disappointment, yanked her lightly before their lips could connect. Instead of a deep kiss, she planted several pecks on her cheek, knowingly teasing, denying her the satisfaction. To her, it was as much a game as it was lovemaking, and she wasn't about to lose. The hand planted on her back gripped her shirt a little harder, and she inwardly smiled at the impatient gesture. Instead of sating her need, she continued kissing up and down her neck, expertly dodging the clumsy attempts Kryztal put up to finally catch her with. Her hands wandered in the meantime, drawing across Kryztal's back, feeling her arch at every move, slowly giving in to Pyrofish's control.

She shifted to the side a bit, not relenting the assault on Kryztal's neck, giving herself ever so slightly more space. Her hands finally found their target, firmly grasping the younger woman's buttcheeks, giving them a squeeze as she brough her closer again. Their position changed, and Kryztal could now feel a leg slowly slipping betwen her thighs, grinding against her crotch. She leaned back, hips pushing forward and against the pressure, trying to squeeze more pleasure out of the act. Her head involuntarily threw itself back in a silent moan, only to come back down when she realized the leg between her thighs wasn't moving anymore. She slowly pulled herself down again, enjoying every second of the sensation, until Pyrofish suddenly locked her mouth with her lips.

Lips, and tongue.

Kryztal never stood a chance to resist it. Before she could realize what was going on, it was past her lips and teeth, swirling about in her mouth, tasting and daring. She could feel the gush of hot air when Pyrofish exhaled hit the back of her throat. It was the last straw, the instant it impacted her own tongue joined the dance, pushing, tugging, playing. There was a distinct sweetness she simply could not place or compare to the act, something intoxicating, wet... it was as if she was dreaming, everything dissolving into a blur of passion and need.

To Pyrofish, it was still a game. She probed and pushed forward only to immediately escape, baiting Kryz to move to the rhythm she was setting. She wanted the youngster to do her bidding, give herself away, and only then she would let her go. Her fate for the next half an hour was sealed the moment she agreed to play. She would tear her to shreds, and arrange those shreds the way she wanted. The movement of tongues was signaling just that, playing with her prey. She gave her just enough for her to catch on, then withdrew, invitng her to return the gesture.

Their lips stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, until they both emerged, gasping for air. The sharp breaths were complete with the remnants of the incomprehensible scent their kiss was so full of, as mysterious as it was alluring. Neither could resist it for more than a few short moments, but in a sudden moment of clarity, instead of dropping into another another round of relentless kissing, Kryztal realised how terribly overdressed they both were.

Before Pyrofish had the time to lunge forward, the younger of them let her hands cross and fall down to her hips, getting ahold of the annoyance that was her shirt. She tugged at it, trying to bring it up, but it didn't get far past her belly when Pyrofish caught up. She relieved her from getting the piece of cloth out of the way, instead pinning her hands above her head and pulling the shirt off with a single movement. As soon as it was above her head, she let go of her hands and forced her way into another kiss, as fierce as ever. The curled up ball of fabric ended up discarded and forgotten on the floor, only to be soon followed by more of Kryztal's outfit.

Pyrofish's own garments weren't all that quick to follow, another reminder of her attitude. By the point Kryztal was in nude, deprived even of socks, Pyrofish had barely dropped her own bra and still had clothing below the waist. That was much to Kryztal's own disappointment, but she didn't protest, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, glad for the little she got. She knew very well that despite the attempted composure, Pyrofish was equally as aroused, just slightly better at hiding it.

She did not expect the fingers that snaked between her legs, and felt her own face, and even chest, flush. Despite how many times they've done it, she always felt just as shy as the first time. It simultaneously turned her on and gave her a panic attack, freezing her in place for just a few moments. Her heart skipped, but Pyrofish didn't relent, moving her hand as well as lips, fully aware that stopping now would only let the panic set in. Soon enough, Kryztal rejoined their dance with renewed vigor, letting lust consume whatever it was that always took over in that moment.

Pyrofish kept her hand steady and teasing, ignoring the soft moans and pants her partner let out, thumb circling her clit. Kryztal was dripping, juices leaking onto her thighs as well as Pyrofish's hand, the sensation only causing Pyrofish to rub and kiss more fervently. The sounds Kryztal was making were quickly muffled by a mouthful of tongue and lips, heat emmanating from the rough kiss, worth more than a thousand words. They fell into a rhythm almost too quickly, Kryztal spreading her legs to allow Pyrofish more space, in turn reciving more rubbing.

Kryztal whined when the pleasure subsided for a short while, only to yelp in surprise when Pyrofish unceremoniously plunged two fingers into her. The sharp spike of surprise when Pyrofish penetrated her quickly subsided when pleasure took over, and once she had accomodated to the sudden fullness, was only too eager for the fingers to start moving. Despite the foggy state of mind, she made a valiant attempt to pushe herself up and down. THat earned her a vicious grin from the older woman.

Pyrofish wasn't one to withold a reward. When she felt the tugging motion around her fingers, she started giving Kryztal what she wanted in kind. With every thrust forward, Kryztal pushed down against her as muchas she could, making the experience all the more intense. In turn, Pyrofish picked up the pace, finally giving way to Kryztal's gasps for air, instead using her mouth to tend to the youngster's breasts. They stayed like that unbroken for sevral minutes, neither aware of their surroundings, only of the intense heat and pleasure.

Orgasm snuck up on Kryz tallike a thief in the night, like a knife plunged straight to her core without warning. The crescendo shattered her mind and replaced her vision with bright flashes of white.

---

The writer got up with a massive headache. He hated his own guts so bad at this point, he could barely continue. Every word cut into his soul just a tiny bit more.

"♥♥♥♥♥♥' freakshow," he muttered to himself whilst scrambling to his feet, trying to somehow stretch the pain away. Failure only kicked more swears out, and he hated every second of it. There was a red-hot anger brewing somewhere in the depths of his mind, a need to start yelling, burning and trashing about, the need to destroy everything around him. That one was familiar.

He turned back and grabbed the mouse to post his story, only to realize there was something else he wanted to say. Hands flew acoss the keyboard, typing out the one statement he'd probably regret later.

"I'm not writing ANY form of smut for ANY of you FOR AT LEAST THREE WEEKS. MY BRAIN IS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DEAD AT THIS POINT. I EVEN HAD TO PROOFREAD THIS AFTER MYSELF, AND I THINK I FAILED AT THAT TOO. ♥♥♥♥. ALL OF YOU."

I. Hate. Myself. So ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ much.

I have no clue how high I was when I agreed to this.

But here you go, you damned bunch of horny teenagers.
---

As soon as the door clicked behind Kryztal, she found herself pressed up against it. Hard.

Pyrofish was holding her, one hand on her shoulder, the other almost propping her up by her left thigh. The older woman's touch felt like a white-hot branding metal scratching against skin, heat burning straigh through clothes and sending tingling sensations wildly across skin and beyond. It was tantalizing. Barely a few seconds, and she already felt like she was drowning in it.

Then the hands on her body began moving, exploring, feeling. Everywhere the fingers ran, she felt more heat spread. Along the waist, up her neck and jawline, back down over her stomach. She buckled against the grip in an attempt to free her hands, but was just pushed back harder, the cold door contrasting the warmth that was slowly enveloping her. And the hands just kept wandering, touching her everywhere. It was unbearable, and she needed it. No, she *wanted* it.

Her senses were overwhelmed. The heat seeping from her partner was everywhere now. A simple bursh of skin against the shorts covering her nether regions set her ablaze. Her mind was consumed by lust, heat and desire. Only a thought somewhere deep down retained enough clarity to shamefully notice the wet spot forming on her panties, and it was quickly crushed by the swirling emotions. She leaned back slightly, staring up into the bright, sparkly eyes and tiny wrinkles around relaying a playful question. Pyrofish might've been one to pounce her, but not one to force her hand... well, not in that sense, anyways. It wasn't often she got a chance to mockingly tell her she was a big old softie deep down, but it always crossed her mind at moments like that.

Her eyes telegraphed careless desire, and a decisive *Yes*.

Pyrofish didn't waste time. Her right hand moved behind the youngster's neck to firmly grasp it, while her thumb slowly drew a line below, across her jaw and downwards to her throat. Kryztal gave a deep growl in response, finally freeing her own hands from behind her back and immediately putting them to use. She wrapped it right around Pyrofish's waist, pulling her closer, while her left shot up to grab the back of her head. The pressure was symbolic at best - her partner didn't need any more encouragment. She only needed to take a step closer.

Pyrofish led Kryztal's head closer, but to the other woman's disappointment, yanked her lightly before their lips could connect. Instead of a deep kiss, she planted several pecks on her cheek, knowingly teasing, denying her the satisfaction. To her, it was as much a game as it was lovemaking, and she wasn't about to lose. The hand planted on her back gripped her shirt a little harder, and she inwardly smiled at the impatient gesture. Instead of sating her need, she continued kissing up and down her neck, expertly dodging the clumsy attempts Kryztal put up to finally catch her with. Her hands wandered in the meantime, drawing across Kryztal's back, feeling her arch at every move, slowly giving in to Pyrofish's control.

She shifted to the side a bit, not relenting the assault on Kryztal's neck, giving herself ever so slightly more space. Her hands finally found their target, firmly grasping the younger woman's buttcheeks, giving them a squeeze as she brough her closer again. Their position changed, and Kryztal could now feel a leg slowly slipping betwen her thighs, grinding against her crotch. She leaned back, hips pushing forward and against the pressure, trying to squeeze more pleasure out of the act. Her head involuntarily threw itself back in a silent moan, only to come back down when she realized the leg between her thighs wasn't moving anymore. She slowly pulled herself down again, enjoying every second of the sensation, until Pyrofish suddenly locked her mouth with her lips.

Lips, and tongue.

Kryztal never stood a chance to resist it. Before she could realize what was going on, it was past her lips and teeth, swirling about in her mouth, tasting and daring. She could feel the gush of hot air when Pyrofish exhaled hit the back of her throat. It was the last straw, the instant it impacted her own tongue joined the dance, pushing, tugging, playing. There was a distinct sweetness she simply could not place or compare to the act, something intoxicating, wet... it was as if she was dreaming, everything dissolving into a blur of passion and need.

To Pyrofish, it was still a game. She probed and pushed forward only to immediately escape, baiting Kryz to move to the rhythm she was setting. She wanted the youngster to do her bidding, give herself away, and only then she would let her go. Her fate for the next half an hour was sealed the moment she agreed to play. She would tear her to shreds, and arrange those shreds the way she wanted. The movement of tongues was signaling just that, playing with her prey. She gave her just enough for her to catch on, then withdrew, invitng her to return the gesture.

Their lips stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, until they both emerged, gasping for air. The sharp breaths were complete with the remnants of the incomprehensible scent their kiss was so full of, as mysterious as it was alluring. Neither could resist it for more than a few short moments, but in a sudden moment of clarity, instead of dropping into another another round of relentless kissing, Kryztal realised how terribly overdressed they both were.

Before Pyrofish had the time to lunge forward, the younger of them let her hands cross and fall down to her hips, getting ahold of the annoyance that was her shirt. She tugged at it, trying to bring it up, but it didn't get far past her belly when Pyrofish caught up. She relieved her from getting the piece of cloth out of the way, instead pinning her hands above her head and pulling the shirt off with a single movement. As soon as it was above her head, she let go of her hands and forced her way into another kiss, as fierce as ever. The curled up ball of fabric ended up discarded and forgotten on the floor, only to be soon followed by more of Kryztal's outfit.

Pyrofish's own garments weren't all that quick to follow, another reminder of her attitude. By the point Kryztal was in nude, deprived even of socks, Pyrofish had barely dropped her own bra and still had clothing below the waist. That was much to Kryztal's own disappointment, but she didn't protest, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, glad for the little she got. She knew very well that despite the attempted composure, Pyrofish was equally as aroused, just slightly better at hiding it.

She did not expect the fingers that snaked between her legs, and felt her own face, and even chest, flush. Despite how many times they've done it, she always felt just as shy as the first time. It simultaneously turned her on and gave her a panic attack, freezing her in place for just a few moments. Her heart skipped, but Pyrofish didn't relent, moving her hand as well as lips, fully aware that stopping now would only let the panic set in. Soon enough, Kryztal rejoined their dance with renewed vigor, letting lust consume whatever it was that always took over in that moment.

Pyrofish kept her hand steady and teasing, ignoring the soft moans and pants her partner let out, thumb circling her clit. Kryztal was dripping, juices leaking onto her thighs as well as Pyrofish's hand, the sensation only causing Pyrofish to rub and kiss more fervently. The sounds Kryztal was making were quickly muffled by a mouthful of tongue and lips, heat emmanating from the rough kiss, worth more than a thousand words. They fell into a rhythm almost too quickly, Kryztal spreading her legs to allow Pyrofish more space, in turn reciving more rubbing.

Kryztal whined when the pleasure subsided for a short while, only to yelp in surprise when Pyrofish unceremoniously plunged two fingers into her. The sharp spike of surprise when Pyrofish penetrated her quickly subsided when pleasure took over, and once she had accomodated to the sudden fullness, was only too eager for the fingers to start moving. Despite the foggy state of mind, she made a valiant attempt to pushe herself up and down. THat earned her a vicious grin from the older woman.

Pyrofish wasn't one to withold a reward. When she felt the tugging motion around her fingers, she started giving Kryztal what she wanted in kind. With every thrust forward, Kryztal pushed down against her as muchas she could, making the experience all the more intense. In turn, Pyrofish picked up the pace, finally giving way to Kryztal's gasps for air, instead using her mouth to tend to the youngster's breasts. They stayed like that unbroken for sevral minutes, neither aware of their surroundings, only of the intense heat and pleasure.

Orgasm snuck up on Kryz tallike a thief in the night, like a knife plunged straight to her core without warning. The crescendo shattered her mind and replaced her vision with bright flashes of white.

---

The writer got up with a massive headache. He hated his own guts so bad at this point, he could barely continue. Every word cut into his soul just a tiny bit more.

"♥♥♥♥♥♥' freakshow," he muttered to himself whilst scrambling to his feet, trying to somehow stretch the pain away. Failure only kicked more swears out, and he hated every second of it. There was a red-hot anger brewing somewhere in the depths of his mind, a need to start yelling, burning and trashing about, the need to destroy everything around him. That one was familiar.

He turned back and grabbed the mouse to post his story, only to realize there was something else he wanted to say. Hands flew acoss the keyboard, typing out the one statement he'd probably regret later.

"I'm not writing ANY form of smut for ANY of you FOR AT LEAST THREE WEEKS. MY BRAIN IS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DEAD AT THIS POINT. I EVEN HAD TO PROOFREAD THIS AFTER MYSELF, AND I THINK I FAILED AT THAT TOO. ♥♥♥♥. ALL OF YOU."

I. Hate. Myself. So ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ much.

I have no clue how high I was when I agreed to this.

But here you go, you damned bunch of horny teenagers.
---

As soon as the door clicked behind Kryztal, she found herself pressed up against it. Hard.

Pyrofish was holding her, one hand on her shoulder, the other almost propping her up by her left thigh. The older woman's touch felt like a white-hot branding metal scratching against skin, heat burning straigh through clothes and sending tingling sensations wildly across skin and beyond. It was tantalizing. Barely a few seconds, and she already felt like she was drowning in it.

Then the hands on her body began moving, exploring, feeling. Everywhere the fingers ran, she felt more heat spread. Along the waist, up her neck and jawline, back down over her stomach. She buckled against the grip in an attempt to free her hands, but was just pushed back harder, the cold door contrasting the warmth that was slowly enveloping her. And the hands just kept wandering, touching her everywhere. It was unbearable, and she needed it. No, she *wanted* it.

Her senses were overwhelmed. The heat seeping from her partner was everywhere now. A simple bursh of skin against the shorts covering her nether regions set her ablaze. Her mind was consumed by lust, heat and desire. Only a thought somewhere deep down retained enough clarity to shamefully notice the wet spot forming on her panties, and it was quickly crushed by the swirling emotions. She leaned back slightly, staring up into the bright, sparkly eyes and tiny wrinkles around relaying a playful question. Pyrofish might've been one to pounce her, but not one to force her hand... well, not in that sense, anyways. It wasn't often she got a chance to mockingly tell her she was a big old softie deep down, but it always crossed her mind at moments like that.

Her eyes telegraphed careless desire, and a decisive *Yes*.

Pyrofish didn't waste time. Her right hand moved behind the youngster's neck to firmly grasp it, while her thumb slowly drew a line below, across her jaw and downwards to her throat. Kryztal gave a deep growl in response, finally freeing her own hands from behind her back and immediately putting them to use. She wrapped it right around Pyrofish's waist, pulling her closer, while her left shot up to grab the back of her head. The pressure was symbolic at best - her partner didn't need any more encouragment. She only needed to take a step closer.

Pyrofish led Kryztal's head closer, but to the other woman's disappointment, yanked her lightly before their lips could connect. Instead of a deep kiss, she planted several pecks on her cheek, knowingly teasing, denying her the satisfaction. To her, it was as much a game as it was lovemaking, and she wasn't about to lose. The hand planted on her back gripped her shirt a little harder, and she inwardly smiled at the impatient gesture. Instead of sating her need, she continued kissing up and down her neck, expertly dodging the clumsy attempts Kryztal put up to finally catch her with. Her hands wandered in the meantime, drawing across Kryztal's back, feeling her arch at every move, slowly giving in to Pyrofish's control.

She shifted to the side a bit, not relenting the assault on Kryztal's neck, giving herself ever so slightly more space. Her hands finally found their target, firmly grasping the younger woman's buttcheeks, giving them a squeeze as she brough her closer again. Their position changed, and Kryztal could now feel a leg slowly slipping betwen her thighs, grinding against her crotch. She leaned back, hips pushing forward and against the pressure, trying to squeeze more pleasure out of the act. Her head involuntarily threw itself back in a silent moan, only to come back down when she realized the leg between her thighs wasn't moving anymore. She slowly pulled herself down again, enjoying every second of the sensation, until Pyrofish suddenly locked her mouth with her lips.

Lips, and tongue.

Kryztal never stood a chance to resist it. Before she could realize what was going on, it was past her lips and teeth, swirling about in her mouth, tasting and daring. She could feel the gush of hot air when Pyrofish exhaled hit the back of her throat. It was the last straw, the instant it impacted her own tongue joined the dance, pushing, tugging, playing. There was a distinct sweetness she simply could not place or compare to the act, something intoxicating, wet... it was as if she was dreaming, everything dissolving into a blur of passion and need.

To Pyrofish, it was still a game. She probed and pushed forward only to immediately escape, baiting Kryz to move to the rhythm she was setting. She wanted the youngster to do her bidding, give herself away, and only then she would let her go. Her fate for the next half an hour was sealed the moment she agreed to play. She would tear her to shreds, and arrange those shreds the way she wanted. The movement of tongues was signaling just that, playing with her prey. She gave her just enough for her to catch on, then withdrew, invitng her to return the gesture.

Their lips stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, until they both emerged, gasping for air. The sharp breaths were complete with the remnants of the incomprehensible scent their kiss was so full of, as mysterious as it was alluring. Neither could resist it for more than a few short moments, but in a sudden moment of clarity, instead of dropping into another another round of relentless kissing, Kryztal realised how terribly overdressed they both were.

Before Pyrofish had the time to lunge forward, the younger of them let her hands cross and fall down to her hips, getting ahold of the annoyance that was her shirt. She tugged at it, trying to bring it up, but it didn't get far past her belly when Pyrofish caught up. She relieved her from getting the piece of cloth out of the way, instead pinning her hands above her head and pulling the shirt off with a single movement. As soon as it was above her head, she let go of her hands and forced her way into another kiss, as fierce as ever. The curled up ball of fabric ended up discarded and forgotten on the floor, only to be soon followed by more of Kryztal's outfit.

Pyrofish's own garments weren't all that quick to follow, another reminder of her attitude. By the point Kryztal was in nude, deprived even of socks, Pyrofish had barely dropped her own bra and still had clothing below the waist. That was much to Kryztal's own disappointment, but she didn't protest, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, glad for the little she got. She knew very well that despite the attempted composure, Pyrofish was equally as aroused, just slightly better at hiding it.

She did not expect the fingers that snaked between her legs, and felt her own face, and even chest, flush. Despite how many times they've done it, she always felt just as shy as the first time. It simultaneously turned her on and gave her a panic attack, freezing her in place for just a few moments. Her heart skipped, but Pyrofish didn't relent, moving her hand as well as lips, fully aware that stopping now would only let the panic set in. Soon enough, Kryztal rejoined their dance with renewed vigor, letting lust consume whatever it was that always took over in that moment.

Pyrofish kept her hand steady and teasing, ignoring the soft moans and pants her partner let out, thumb circling her clit. Kryztal was dripping, juices leaking onto her thighs as well as Pyrofish's hand, the sensation only causing Pyrofish to rub and kiss more fervently. The sounds Kryztal was making were quickly muffled by a mouthful of tongue and lips, heat emmanating from the rough kiss, worth more than a thousand words. They fell into a rhythm almost too quickly, Kryztal spreading her legs to allow Pyrofish more space, in turn reciving more rubbing.

Kryztal whined when the pleasure subsided for a short while, only to yelp in surprise when Pyrofish unceremoniously plunged two fingers into her. The sharp spike of surprise when Pyrofish penetrated her quickly subsided when pleasure took over, and once she had accomodated to the sudden fullness, was only too eager for the fingers to start moving. Despite the foggy state of mind, she made a valiant attempt to pushe herself up and down. THat earned her a vicious grin from the older woman.

Pyrofish wasn't one to withold a reward. When she felt the tugging motion around her fingers, she started giving Kryztal what she wanted in kind. With every thrust forward, Kryztal pushed down against her as muchas she could, making the experience all the more intense. In turn, Pyrofish picked up the pace, finally giving way to Kryztal's gasps for air, instead using her mouth to tend to the youngster's breasts. They stayed like that unbroken for sevral minutes, neither aware of their surroundings, only of the intense heat and pleasure.

Orgasm snuck up on Kryz tallike a thief in the night, like a knife plunged straight to her core without warning. The crescendo shattered her mind and replaced her vision with bright flashes of white.

---

The writer got up with a massive headache. He hated his own guts so bad at this point, he could barely continue. Every word cut into his soul just a tiny bit more.

"♥♥♥♥♥♥' freakshow," he muttered to himself whilst scrambling to his feet, trying to somehow stretch the pain away. Failure only kicked more swears out, and he hated every second of it. There was a red-hot anger brewing somewhere in the depths of his mind, a need to start yelling, burning and trashing about, the need to destroy everything around him. That one was familiar.

He turned back and grabbed the mouse to post his story, only to realize there was something else he wanted to say. Hands flew acoss the keyboard, typing out the one statement he'd probably regret later.

"I'm not writing ANY form of smut for ANY of you FOR AT LEAST THREE WEEKS. MY BRAIN IS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DEAD AT THIS POINT. I EVEN HAD TO PROOFREAD THIS AFTER MYSELF, AND I THINK I FAILED AT THAT TOO. ♥♥♥♥. ALL OF YOU."

I. Hate. Myself. So ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ much.

I have no clue how high I was when I agreed to this.

But here you go, you damned bunch of horny teenagers.
---

As soon as the door clicked behind Kryztal, she found herself pressed up against it. Hard.

Pyrofish was holding her, one hand on her shoulder, the other almost propping her up by her left thigh. The older woman's touch felt like a white-hot branding metal scratching against skin, heat burning straigh through clothes and sending tingling sensations wildly across skin and beyond. It was tantalizing. Barely a few seconds, and she already felt like she was drowning in it.

Then the hands on her body began moving, exploring, feeling. Everywhere the fingers ran, she felt more heat spread. Along the waist, up her neck and jawline, back down over her stomach. She buckled against the grip in an attempt to free her hands, but was just pushed back harder, the cold door contrasting the warmth that was slowly enveloping her. And the hands just kept wandering, touching her everywhere. It was unbearable, and she needed it. No, she *wanted* it.

Her senses were overwhelmed. The heat seeping from her partner was everywhere now. A simple bursh of skin against the shorts covering her nether regions set her ablaze. Her mind was consumed by lust, heat and desire. Only a thought somewhere deep down retained enough clarity to shamefully notice the wet spot forming on her panties, and it was quickly crushed by the swirling emotions. She leaned back slightly, staring up into the bright, sparkly eyes and tiny wrinkles around relaying a playful question. Pyrofish might've been one to pounce her, but not one to force her hand... well, not in that sense, anyways. It wasn't often she got a chance to mockingly tell her she was a big old softie deep down, but it always crossed her mind at moments like that.

Her eyes telegraphed careless desire, and a decisive *Yes*.

Pyrofish didn't waste time. Her right hand moved behind the youngster's neck to firmly grasp it, while her thumb slowly drew a line below, across her jaw and downwards to her throat. Kryztal gave a deep growl in response, finally freeing her own hands from behind her back and immediately putting them to use. She wrapped it right around Pyrofish's waist, pulling her closer, while her left shot up to grab the back of her head. The pressure was symbolic at best - her partner didn't need any more encouragment. She only needed to take a step closer.

Pyrofish led Kryztal's head closer, but to the other woman's disappointment, yanked her lightly before their lips could connect. Instead of a deep kiss, she planted several pecks on her cheek, knowingly teasing, denying her the satisfaction. To her, it was as much a game as it was lovemaking, and she wasn't about to lose. The hand planted on her back gripped her shirt a little harder, and she inwardly smiled at the impatient gesture. Instead of sating her need, she continued kissing up and down her neck, expertly dodging the clumsy attempts Kryztal put up to finally catch her with. Her hands wandered in the meantime, drawing across Kryztal's back, feeling her arch at every move, slowly giving in to Pyrofish's control.

She shifted to the side a bit, not relenting the assault on Kryztal's neck, giving herself ever so slightly more space. Her hands finally found their target, firmly grasping the younger woman's buttcheeks, giving them a squeeze as she brough her closer again. Their position changed, and Kryztal could now feel a leg slowly slipping betwen her thighs, grinding against her crotch. She leaned back, hips pushing forward and against the pressure, trying to squeeze more pleasure out of the act. Her head involuntarily threw itself back in a silent moan, only to come back down when she realized the leg between her thighs wasn't moving anymore. She slowly pulled herself down again, enjoying every second of the sensation, until Pyrofish suddenly locked her mouth with her lips.

Lips, and tongue.

Kryztal never stood a chance to resist it. Before she could realize what was going on, it was past her lips and teeth, swirling about in her mouth, tasting and daring. She could feel the gush of hot air when Pyrofish exhaled hit the back of her throat. It was the last straw, the instant it impacted her own tongue joined the dance, pushing, tugging, playing. There was a distinct sweetness she simply could not place or compare to the act, something intoxicating, wet... it was as if she was dreaming, everything dissolving into a blur of passion and need.

To Pyrofish, it was still a game. She probed and pushed forward only to immediately escape, baiting Kryz to move to the rhythm she was setting. She wanted the youngster to do her bidding, give herself away, and only then she would let her go. Her fate for the next half an hour was sealed the moment she agreed to play. She would tear her to shreds, and arrange those shreds the way she wanted. The movement of tongues was signaling just that, playing with her prey. She gave her just enough for her to catch on, then withdrew, invitng her to return the gesture.

Their lips stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, until they both emerged, gasping for air. The sharp breaths were complete with the remnants of the incomprehensible scent their kiss was so full of, as mysterious as it was alluring. Neither could resist it for more than a few short moments, but in a sudden moment of clarity, instead of dropping into another another round of relentless kissing, Kryztal realised how terribly overdressed they both were.

Before Pyrofish had the time to lunge forward, the younger of them let her hands cross and fall down to her hips, getting ahold of the annoyance that was her shirt. She tugged at it, trying to bring it up, but it didn't get far past her belly when Pyrofish caught up. She relieved her from getting the piece of cloth out of the way, instead pinning her hands above her head and pulling the shirt off with a single movement. As soon as it was above her head, she let go of her hands and forced her way into another kiss, as fierce as ever. The curled up ball of fabric ended up discarded and forgotten on the floor, only to be soon followed by more of Kryztal's outfit.

Pyrofish's own garments weren't all that quick to follow, another reminder of her attitude. By the point Kryztal was in nude, deprived even of socks, Pyrofish had barely dropped her own bra and still had clothing below the waist. That was much to Kryztal's own disappointment, but she didn't protest, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, glad for the little she got. She knew very well that despite the attempted composure, Pyrofish was equally as aroused, just slightly better at hiding it.

She did not expect the fingers that snaked between her legs, and felt her own face, and even chest, flush. Despite how many times they've done it, she always felt just as shy as the first time. It simultaneously turned her on and gave her a panic attack, freezing her in place for just a few moments. Her heart skipped, but Pyrofish didn't relent, moving her hand as well as lips, fully aware that stopping now would only let the panic set in. Soon enough, Kryztal rejoined their dance with renewed vigor, letting lust consume whatever it was that always took over in that moment.

Pyrofish kept her hand steady and teasing, ignoring the soft moans and pants her partner let out, thumb circling her clit. Kryztal was dripping, juices leaking onto her thighs as well as Pyrofish's hand, the sensation only causing Pyrofish to rub and kiss more fervently. The sounds Kryztal was making were quickly muffled by a mouthful of tongue and lips, heat emmanating from the rough kiss, worth more than a thousand words. They fell into a rhythm almost too quickly, Kryztal spreading her legs to allow Pyrofish more space, in turn reciving more rubbing.

Kryztal whined when the pleasure subsided for a short while, only to yelp in surprise when Pyrofish unceremoniously plunged two fingers into her. The sharp spike of surprise when Pyrofish penetrated her quickly subsided when pleasure took over, and once she had accomodated to the sudden fullness, was only too eager for the fingers to start moving. Despite the foggy state of mind, she made a valiant attempt to pushe herself up and down. THat earned her a vicious grin from the older woman.

Pyrofish wasn't one to withold a reward. When she felt the tugging motion around her fingers, she started giving Kryztal what she wanted in kind. With every thrust forward, Kryztal pushed down against her as muchas she could, making the experience all the more intense. In turn, Pyrofish picked up the pace, finally giving way to Kryztal's gasps for air, instead using her mouth to tend to the youngster's breasts. They stayed like that unbroken for sevral minutes, neither aware of their surroundings, only of the intense heat and pleasure.

Orgasm snuck up on Kryz tallike a thief in the night, like a knife plunged straight to her core without warning. The crescendo shattered her mind and replaced her vision with bright flashes of white.

---

The writer got up with a massive headache. He hated his own guts so bad at this point, he could barely continue. Every word cut into his soul just a tiny bit more.

"♥♥♥♥♥♥' freakshow," he muttered to himself whilst scrambling to his feet, trying to somehow stretch the pain away. Failure only kicked more swears out, and he hated every second of it. There was a red-hot anger brewing somewhere in the depths of his mind, a need to start yelling, burning and trashing about, the need to destroy everything around him. That one was familiar.

He turned back and grabbed the mouse to post his story, only to realize there was something else he wanted to say. Hands flew acoss the keyboard, typing out the one statement he'd probably regret later.

"I'm not writing ANY form of smut for ANY of you FOR AT LEAST THREE WEEKS. MY BRAIN IS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DEAD AT THIS POINT. I EVEN HAD TO PROOFREAD THIS AFTER MYSELF, AND I THINK I FAILED AT THAT TOO. ♥♥♥♥. ALL OF YOU."

I. Hate. Myself. So ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ much.

I have no clue how high I was when I agreed to this.

But here you go, you damned bunch of horny teenagers.
---

As soon as the door clicked behind Kryztal, she found herself pressed up against it. Hard.

Pyrofish was holding her, one hand on her shoulder, the other almost propping her up by her left thigh. The older woman's touch felt like a white-hot branding metal scratching against skin, heat burning straigh through clothes and sending tingling sensations wildly across skin and beyond. It was tantalizing. Barely a few seconds, and she already felt like she was drowning in it.

Then the hands on her body began moving, exploring, feeling. Everywhere the fingers ran, she felt more heat spread. Along the waist, up her neck and jawline, back down over her stomach. She buckled against the grip in an attempt to free her hands, but was just pushed back harder, the cold door contrasting the warmth that was slowly enveloping her. And the hands just kept wandering, touching her everywhere. It was unbearable, and she needed it. No, she *wanted* it.

Her senses were overwhelmed. The heat seeping from her partner was everywhere now. A simple bursh of skin against the shorts covering her nether regions set her ablaze. Her mind was consumed by lust, heat and desire. Only a thought somewhere deep down retained enough clarity to shamefully notice the wet spot forming on her panties, and it was quickly crushed by the swirling emotions. She leaned back slightly, staring up into the bright, sparkly eyes and tiny wrinkles around relaying a playful question. Pyrofish might've been one to pounce her, but not one to force her hand... well, not in that sense, anyways. It wasn't often she got a chance to mockingly tell her she was a big old softie deep down, but it always crossed her mind at moments like that.

Her eyes telegraphed careless desire, and a decisive *Yes*.

Pyrofish didn't waste time. Her right hand moved behind the youngster's neck to firmly grasp it, while her thumb slowly drew a line below, across her jaw and downwards to her throat. Kryztal gave a deep growl in response, finally freeing her own hands from behind her back and immediately putting them to use. She wrapped it right around Pyrofish's waist, pulling her closer, while her left shot up to grab the back of her head. The pressure was symbolic at best - her partner didn't need any more encouragment. She only needed to take a step closer.

Pyrofish led Kryztal's head closer, but to the other woman's disappointment, yanked her lightly before their lips could connect. Instead of a deep kiss, she planted several pecks on her cheek, knowingly teasing, denying her the satisfaction. To her, it was as much a game as it was lovemaking, and she wasn't about to lose. The hand planted on her back gripped her shirt a little harder, and she inwardly smiled at the impatient gesture. Instead of sating her need, she continued kissing up and down her neck, expertly dodging the clumsy attempts Kryztal put up to finally catch her with. Her hands wandered in the meantime, drawing across Kryztal's back, feeling her arch at every move, slowly giving in to Pyrofish's control.

She shifted to the side a bit, not relenting the assault on Kryztal's neck, giving herself ever so slightly more space. Her hands finally found their target, firmly grasping the younger woman's buttcheeks, giving them a squeeze as she brough her closer again. Their position changed, and Kryztal could now feel a leg slowly slipping betwen her thighs, grinding against her crotch. She leaned back, hips pushing forward and against the pressure, trying to squeeze more pleasure out of the act. Her head involuntarily threw itself back in a silent moan, only to come back down when she realized the leg between her thighs wasn't moving anymore. She slowly pulled herself down again, enjoying every second of the sensation, until Pyrofish suddenly locked her mouth with her lips.

Lips, and tongue.

Kryztal never stood a chance to resist it. Before she could realize what was going on, it was past her lips and teeth, swirling about in her mouth, tasting and daring. She could feel the gush of hot air when Pyrofish exhaled hit the back of her throat. It was the last straw, the instant it impacted her own tongue joined the dance, pushing, tugging, playing. There was a distinct sweetness she simply could not place or compare to the act, something intoxicating, wet... it was as if she was dreaming, everything dissolving into a blur of passion and need.

To Pyrofish, it was still a game. She probed and pushed forward only to immediately escape, baiting Kryz to move to the rhythm she was setting. She wanted the youngster to do her bidding, give herself away, and only then she would let her go. Her fate for the next half an hour was sealed the moment she agreed to play. She would tear her to shreds, and arrange those shreds the way she wanted. The movement of tongues was signaling just that, playing with her prey. She gave her just enough for her to catch on, then withdrew, invitng her to return the gesture.

Their lips stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, until they both emerged, gasping for air. The sharp breaths were complete with the remnants of the incomprehensible scent their kiss was so full of, as mysterious as it was alluring. Neither could resist it for more than a few short moments, but in a sudden moment of clarity, instead of dropping into another another round of relentless kissing, Kryztal realised how terribly overdressed they both were.

Before Pyrofish had the time to lunge forward, the younger of them let her hands cross and fall down to her hips, getting ahold of the annoyance that was her shirt. She tugged at it, trying to bring it up, but it didn't get far past her belly when Pyrofish caught up. She relieved her from getting the piece of cloth out of the way, instead pinning her hands above her head and pulling the shirt off with a single movement. As soon as it was above her head, she let go of her hands and forced her way into another kiss, as fierce as ever. The curled up ball of fabric ended up discarded and forgotten on the floor, only to be soon followed by more of Kryztal's outfit.

Pyrofish's own garments weren't all that quick to follow, another reminder of her attitude. By the point Kryztal was in nude, deprived even of socks, Pyrofish had barely dropped her own bra and still had clothing below the waist. That was much to Kryztal's own disappointment, but she didn't protest, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, glad for the little she got. She knew very well that despite the attempted composure, Pyrofish was equally as aroused, just slightly better at hiding it.

She did not expect the fingers that snaked between her legs, and felt her own face, and even chest, flush. Despite how many times they've done it, she always felt just as shy as the first time. It simultaneously turned her on and gave her a panic attack, freezing her in place for just a few moments. Her heart skipped, but Pyrofish didn't relent, moving her hand as well as lips, fully aware that stopping now would only let the panic set in. Soon enough, Kryztal rejoined their dance with renewed vigor, letting lust consume whatever it was that always took over in that moment.

Pyrofish kept her hand steady and teasing, ignoring the soft moans and pants her partner let out, thumb circling her clit. Kryztal was dripping, juices leaking onto her thighs as well as Pyrofish's hand, the sensation only causing Pyrofish to rub and kiss more fervently. The sounds Kryztal was making were quickly muffled by a mouthful of tongue and lips, heat emmanating from the rough kiss, worth more than a thousand words. They fell into a rhythm almost too quickly, Kryztal spreading her legs to allow Pyrofish more space, in turn reciving more rubbing.

Kryztal whined when the pleasure subsided for a short while, only to yelp in surprise when Pyrofish unceremoniously plunged two fingers into her. The sharp spike of surprise when Pyrofish penetrated her quickly subsided when pleasure took over, and once she had accomodated to the sudden fullness, was only too eager for the fingers to start moving. Despite the foggy state of mind, she made a valiant attempt to pushe herself up and down. THat earned her a vicious grin from the older woman.

Pyrofish wasn't one to withold a reward. When she felt the tugging motion around her fingers, she started giving Kryztal what she wanted in kind. With every thrust forward, Kryztal pushed down against her as muchas she could, making the experience all the more intense. In turn, Pyrofish picked up the pace, finally giving way to Kryztal's gasps for air, instead using her mouth to tend to the youngster's breasts. They stayed like that unbroken for sevral minutes, neither aware of their surroundings, only of the intense heat and pleasure.

Orgasm snuck up on Kryz tallike a thief in the night, like a knife plunged straight to her core without warning. The crescendo shattered her mind and replaced her vision with bright flashes of white.

---

The writer got up with a massive headache. He hated his own guts so bad at this point, he could barely continue. Every word cut into his soul just a tiny bit more.

"♥♥♥♥♥♥' freakshow," he muttered to himself whilst scrambling to his feet, trying to somehow stretch the pain away. Failure only kicked more swears out, and he hated every second of it. There was a red-hot anger brewing somewhere in the depths of his mind, a need to start yelling, burning and trashing about, the need to destroy everything around him. That one was familiar.

He turned back and grabbed the mouse to post his story, only to realize there was something else he wanted to say. Hands flew acoss the keyboard, typing out the one statement he'd probably regret later.

"I'm not writing ANY form of smut for ANY of you FOR AT LEAST THREE WEEKS. MY BRAIN IS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DEAD AT THIS POINT. I EVEN HAD TO PROOFREAD THIS AFTER MYSELF, AND I THINK I FAILED AT THAT TOO. ♥♥♥♥. ALL OF YOU."

I. Hate. Myself. So ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ much.

I have no clue how high I was when I agreed to this.

But here you go, you damned bunch of horny teenagers.
---

As soon as the door clicked behind Kryztal, she found herself pressed up against it. Hard.

Pyrofish was holding her, one hand on her shoulder, the other almost propping her up by her left thigh. The older woman's touch felt like a white-hot branding metal scratching against skin, heat burning straigh through clothes and sending tingling sensations wildly across skin and beyond. It was tantalizing. Barely a few seconds, and she already felt like she was drowning in it.

Then the hands on her body began moving, exploring, feeling. Everywhere the fingers ran, she felt more heat spread. Along the waist, up her neck and jawline, back down over her stomach. She buckled against the grip in an attempt to free her hands, but was just pushed back harder, the cold door contrasting the warmth that was slowly enveloping her. And the hands just kept wandering, touching her everywhere. It was unbearable, and she needed it. No, she *wanted* it.

Her senses were overwhelmed. The heat seeping from her partner was everywhere now. A simple bursh of skin against the shorts covering her nether regions set her ablaze. Her mind was consumed by lust, heat and desire. Only a thought somewhere deep down retained enough clarity to shamefully notice the wet spot forming on her panties, and it was quickly crushed by the swirling emotions. She leaned back slightly, staring up into the bright, sparkly eyes and tiny wrinkles around relaying a playful question. Pyrofish might've been one to pounce her, but not one to force her hand... well, not in that sense, anyways. It wasn't often she got a chance to mockingly tell her she was a big old softie deep down, but it always crossed her mind at moments like that.

Her eyes telegraphed careless desire, and a decisive *Yes*.

Pyrofish didn't waste time. Her right hand moved behind the youngster's neck to firmly grasp it, while her thumb slowly drew a line below, across her jaw and downwards to her throat. Kryztal gave a deep growl in response, finally freeing her own hands from behind her back and immediately putting them to use. She wrapped it right around Pyrofish's waist, pulling her closer, while her left shot up to grab the back of her head. The pressure was symbolic at best - her partner didn't need any more encouragment. She only needed to take a step closer.

Pyrofish led Kryztal's head closer, but to the other woman's disappointment, yanked her lightly before their lips could connect. Instead of a deep kiss, she planted several pecks on her cheek, knowingly teasing, denying her the satisfaction. To her, it was as much a game as it was lovemaking, and she wasn't about to lose. The hand planted on her back gripped her shirt a little harder, and she inwardly smiled at the impatient gesture. Instead of sating her need, she continued kissing up and down her neck, expertly dodging the clumsy attempts Kryztal put up to finally catch her with. Her hands wandered in the meantime, drawing across Kryztal's back, feeling her arch at every move, slowly giving in to Pyrofish's control.

She shifted to the side a bit, not relenting the assault on Kryztal's neck, giving herself ever so slightly more space. Her hands finally found their target, firmly grasping the younger woman's buttcheeks, giving them a squeeze as she brough her closer again. Their position changed, and Kryztal could now feel a leg slowly slipping betwen her thighs, grinding against her crotch. She leaned back, hips pushing forward and against the pressure, trying to squeeze more pleasure out of the act. Her head involuntarily threw itself back in a silent moan, only to come back down when she realized the leg between her thighs wasn't moving anymore. She slowly pulled herself down again, enjoying every second of the sensation, until Pyrofish suddenly locked her mouth with her lips.

Lips, and tongue.

Kryztal never stood a chance to resist it. Before she could realize what was going on, it was past her lips and teeth, swirling about in her mouth, tasting and daring. She could feel the gush of hot air when Pyrofish exhaled hit the back of her throat. It was the last straw, the instant it impacted her own tongue joined the dance, pushing, tugging, playing. There was a distinct sweetness she simply could not place or compare to the act, something intoxicating, wet... it was as if she was dreaming, everything dissolving into a blur of passion and need.

To Pyrofish, it was still a game. She probed and pushed forward only to immediately escape, baiting Kryz to move to the rhythm she was setting. She wanted the youngster to do her bidding, give herself away, and only then she would let her go. Her fate for the next half an hour was sealed the moment she agreed to play. She would tear her to shreds, and arrange those shreds the way she wanted. The movement of tongues was signaling just that, playing with her prey. She gave her just enough for her to catch on, then withdrew, invitng her to return the gesture.

Their lips stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, until they both emerged, gasping for air. The sharp breaths were complete with the remnants of the incomprehensible scent their kiss was so full of, as mysterious as it was alluring. Neither could resist it for more than a few short moments, but in a sudden moment of clarity, instead of dropping into another another round of relentless kissing, Kryztal realised how terribly overdressed they both were.

Before Pyrofish had the time to lunge forward, the younger of them let her hands cross and fall down to her hips, getting ahold of the annoyance that was her shirt. She tugged at it, trying to bring it up, but it didn't get far past her belly when Pyrofish caught up. She relieved her from getting the piece of cloth out of the way, instead pinning her hands above her head and pulling the shirt off with a single movement. As soon as it was above her head, she let go of her hands and forced her way into another kiss, as fierce as ever. The curled up ball of fabric ended up discarded and forgotten on the floor, only to be soon followed by more of Kryztal's outfit.

Pyrofish's own garments weren't all that quick to follow, another reminder of her attitude. By the point Kryztal was in nude, deprived even of socks, Pyrofish had barely dropped her own bra and still had clothing below the waist. That was much to Kryztal's own disappointment, but she didn't protest, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, glad for the little she got. She knew very well that despite the attempted composure, Pyrofish was equally as aroused, just slightly better at hiding it.

She did not expect the fingers that snaked between her legs, and felt her own face, and even chest, flush. Despite how many times they've done it, she always felt just as shy as the first time. It simultaneously turned her on and gave her a panic attack, freezing her in place for just a few moments. Her heart skipped, but Pyrofish didn't relent, moving her hand as well as lips, fully aware that stopping now would only let the panic set in. Soon enough, Kryztal rejoined their dance with renewed vigor, letting lust consume whatever it was that always took over in that moment.

Pyrofish kept her hand steady and teasing, ignoring the soft moans and pants her partner let out, thumb circling her clit. Kryztal was dripping, juices leaking onto her thighs as well as Pyrofish's hand, the sensation only causing Pyrofish to rub and kiss more fervently. The sounds Kryztal was making were quickly muffled by a mouthful of tongue and lips, heat emmanating from the rough kiss, worth more than a thousand words. They fell into a rhythm almost too quickly, Kryztal spreading her legs to allow Pyrofish more space, in turn reciving more rubbing.

Kryztal whined when the pleasure subsided for a short while, only to yelp in surprise when Pyrofish unceremoniously plunged two fingers into her. The sharp spike of surprise when Pyrofish penetrated her quickly subsided when pleasure took over, and once she had accomodated to the sudden fullness, was only too eager for the fingers to start moving. Despite the foggy state of mind, she made a valiant attempt to pushe herself up and down. THat earned her a vicious grin from the older woman.

Pyrofish wasn't one to withold a reward. When she felt the tugging motion around her fingers, she started giving Kryztal what she wanted in kind. With every thrust forward, Kryztal pushed down against her as muchas she could, making the experience all the more intense. In turn, Pyrofish picked up the pace, finally giving way to Kryztal's gasps for air, instead using her mouth to tend to the youngster's breasts. They stayed like that unbroken for sevral minutes, neither aware of their surroundings, only of the intense heat and pleasure.

Orgasm snuck up on Kryz tallike a thief in the night, like a knife plunged straight to her core without warning. The crescendo shattered her mind and replaced her vision with bright flashes of white.

---

The writer got up with a massive headache. He hated his own guts so bad at this point, he could barely continue. Every word cut into his soul just a tiny bit more.

"♥♥♥♥♥♥' freakshow," he muttered to himself whilst scrambling to his feet, trying to somehow stretch the pain away. Failure only kicked more swears out, and he hated every second of it. There was a red-hot anger brewing somewhere in the depths of his mind, a need to start yelling, burning and trashing about, the need to destroy everything around him. That one was familiar.

He turned back and grabbed the mouse to post his story, only to realize there was something else he wanted to say. Hands flew acoss the keyboard, typing out the one statement he'd probably regret later.

"I'm not writing ANY form of smut for ANY of you FOR AT LEAST THREE WEEKS. MY BRAIN IS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DEAD AT THIS POINT. I EVEN HAD TO PROOFREAD THIS AFTER MYSELF, AND I THINK I FAILED AT THAT TOO. ♥♥♥♥. ALL OF YOU."

I. Hate. Myself. So ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ much.

I have no clue how high I was when I agreed to this.

But here you go, you damned bunch of horny teenagers.
---

As soon as the door clicked behind Kryztal, she found herself pressed up against it. Hard.

Pyrofish was holding her, one hand on her shoulder, the other almost propping her up by her left thigh. The older woman's touch felt like a white-hot branding metal scratching against skin, heat burning straigh through clothes and sending tingling sensations wildly across skin and beyond. It was tantalizing. Barely a few seconds, and she already felt like she was drowning in it.

Then the hands on her body began moving, exploring, feeling. Everywhere the fingers ran, she felt more heat spread. Along the waist, up her neck and jawline, back down over her stomach. She buckled against the grip in an attempt to free her hands, but was just pushed back harder, the cold door contrasting the warmth that was slowly enveloping her. And the hands just kept wandering, touching her everywhere. It was unbearable, and she needed it. No, she *wanted* it.

Her senses were overwhelmed. The heat seeping from her partner was everywhere now. A simple bursh of skin against the shorts covering her nether regions set her ablaze. Her mind was consumed by lust, heat and desire. Only a thought somewhere deep down retained enough clarity to shamefully notice the wet spot forming on her panties, and it was quickly crushed by the swirling emotions. She leaned back slightly, staring up into the bright, sparkly eyes and tiny wrinkles around relaying a playful question. Pyrofish might've been one to pounce her, but not one to force her hand... well, not in that sense, anyways. It wasn't often she got a chance to mockingly tell her she was a big old softie deep down, but it always crossed her mind at moments like that.

Her eyes telegraphed careless desire, and a decisive *Yes*.

Pyrofish didn't waste time. Her right hand moved behind the youngster's neck to firmly grasp it, while her thumb slowly drew a line below, across her jaw and downwards to her throat. Kryztal gave a deep growl in response, finally freeing her own hands from behind her back and immediately putting them to use. She wrapped it right around Pyrofish's waist, pulling her closer, while her left shot up to grab the back of her head. The pressure was symbolic at best - her partner didn't need any more encouragment. She only needed to take a step closer.

Pyrofish led Kryztal's head closer, but to the other woman's disappointment, yanked her lightly before their lips could connect. Instead of a deep kiss, she planted several pecks on her cheek, knowingly teasing, denying her the satisfaction. To her, it was as much a game as it was lovemaking, and she wasn't about to lose. The hand planted on her back gripped her shirt a little harder, and she inwardly smiled at the impatient gesture. Instead of sating her need, she continued kissing up and down her neck, expertly dodging the clumsy attempts Kryztal put up to finally catch her with. Her hands wandered in the meantime, drawing across Kryztal's back, feeling her arch at every move, slowly giving in to Pyrofish's control.

She shifted to the side a bit, not relenting the assault on Kryztal's neck, giving herself ever so slightly more space. Her hands finally found their target, firmly grasping the younger woman's buttcheeks, giving them a squeeze as she brough her closer again. Their position changed, and Kryztal could now feel a leg slowly slipping betwen her thighs, grinding against her crotch. She leaned back, hips pushing forward and against the pressure, trying to squeeze more pleasure out of the act. Her head involuntarily threw itself back in a silent moan, only to come back down when she realized the leg between her thighs wasn't moving anymore. She slowly pulled herself down again, enjoying every second of the sensation, until Pyrofish suddenly locked her mouth with her lips.

Lips, and tongue.

Kryztal never stood a chance to resist it. Before she could realize what was going on, it was past her lips and teeth, swirling about in her mouth, tasting and daring. She could feel the gush of hot air when Pyrofish exhaled hit the back of her throat. It was the last straw, the instant it impacted her own tongue joined the dance, pushing, tugging, playing. There was a distinct sweetness she simply could not place or compare to the act, something intoxicating, wet... it was as if she was dreaming, everything dissolving into a blur of passion and need.

To Pyrofish, it was still a game. She probed and pushed forward only to immediately escape, baiting Kryz to move to the rhythm she was setting. She wanted the youngster to do her bidding, give herself away, and only then she would let her go. Her fate for the next half an hour was sealed the moment she agreed to play. She would tear her to shreds, and arrange those shreds the way she wanted. The movement of tongues was signaling just that, playing with her prey. She gave her just enough for her to catch on, then withdrew, invitng her to return the gesture.

Their lips stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, until they both emerged, gasping for air. The sharp breaths were complete with the remnants of the incomprehensible scent their kiss was so full of, as mysterious as it was alluring. Neither could resist it for more than a few short moments, but in a sudden moment of clarity, instead of dropping into another another round of relentless kissing, Kryztal realised how terribly overdressed they both were.

Before Pyrofish had the time to lunge forward, the younger of them let her hands cross and fall down to her hips, getting ahold of the annoyance that was her shirt. She tugged at it, trying to bring it up, but it didn't get far past her belly when Pyrofish caught up. She relieved her from getting the piece of cloth out of the way, instead pinning her hands above her head and pulling the shirt off with a single movement. As soon as it was above her head, she let go of her hands and forced her way into another kiss, as fierce as ever. The curled up ball of fabric ended up discarded and forgotten on the floor, only to be soon followed by more of Kryztal's outfit.

Pyrofish's own garments weren't all that quick to follow, another reminder of her attitude. By the point Kryztal was in nude, deprived even of socks, Pyrofish had barely dropped her own bra and still had clothing below the waist. That was much to Kryztal's own disappointment, but she didn't protest, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, glad for the little she got. She knew very well that despite the attempted composure, Pyrofish was equally as aroused, just slightly better at hiding it.

She did not expect the fingers that snaked between her legs, and felt her own face, and even chest, flush. Despite how many times they've done it, she always felt just as shy as the first time. It simultaneously turned her on and gave her a panic attack, freezing her in place for just a few moments. Her heart skipped, but Pyrofish didn't relent, moving her hand as well as lips, fully aware that stopping now would only let the panic set in. Soon enough, Kryztal rejoined their dance with renewed vigor, letting lust consume whatever it was that always took over in that moment.

Pyrofish kept her hand steady and teasing, ignoring the soft moans and pants her partner let out, thumb circling her clit. Kryztal was dripping, juices leaking onto her thighs as well as Pyrofish's hand, the sensation only causing Pyrofish to rub and kiss more fervently. The sounds Kryztal was making were quickly muffled by a mouthful of tongue and lips, heat emmanating from the rough kiss, worth more than a thousand words. They fell into a rhythm almost too quickly, Kryztal spreading her legs to allow Pyrofish more space, in turn reciving more rubbing.

Kryztal whined when the pleasure subsided for a short while, only to yelp in surprise when Pyrofish unceremoniously plunged two fingers into her. The sharp spike of surprise when Pyrofish penetrated her quickly subsided when pleasure took over, and once she had accomodated to the sudden fullness, was only too eager for the fingers to start moving. Despite the foggy state of mind, she made a valiant attempt to pushe herself up and down. THat earned her a vicious grin from the older woman.

Pyrofish wasn't one to withold a reward. When she felt the tugging motion around her fingers, she started giving Kryztal what she wanted in kind. With every thrust forward, Kryztal pushed down against her as muchas she could, making the experience all the more intense. In turn, Pyrofish picked up the pace, finally giving way to Kryztal's gasps for air, instead using her mouth to tend to the youngster's breasts. They stayed like that unbroken for sevral minutes, neither aware of their surroundings, only of the intense heat and pleasure.

Orgasm snuck up on Kryz tallike a thief in the night, like a knife plunged straight to her core without warning. The crescendo shattered her mind and replaced her vision with bright flashes of white.

---

The writer got up with a massive headache. He hated his own guts so bad at this point, he could barely continue. Every word cut into his soul just a tiny bit more.

"♥♥♥♥♥♥' freakshow," he muttered to himself whilst scrambling to his feet, trying to somehow stretch the pain away. Failure only kicked more swears out, and he hated every second of it. There was a red-hot anger brewing somewhere in the depths of his mind, a need to start yelling, burning and trashing about, the need to destroy everything around him. That one was familiar.

He turned back and grabbed the mouse to post his story, only to realize there was something else he wanted to say. Hands flew acoss the keyboard, typing out the one statement he'd probably regret later.

"I'm not writing ANY form of smut for ANY of you FOR AT LEAST THREE WEEKS. MY BRAIN IS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DEAD AT THIS POINT. I EVEN HAD TO PROOFREAD THIS AFTER MYSELF, AND I THINK I FAILED AT THAT TOO. ♥♥♥♥. ALL OF YOU."

I. Hate. Myself. So ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ much.

I have no clue how high I was when I agreed to this.

But here you go, you damned bunch of horny teenagers.
---

As soon as the door clicked behind Kryztal, she found herself pressed up against it. Hard.

Pyrofish was holding her, one hand on her shoulder, the other almost propping her up by her left thigh. The older woman's touch felt like a white-hot branding metal scratching against skin, heat burning straigh through clothes and sending tingling sensations wildly across skin and beyond. It was tantalizing. Barely a few seconds, and she already felt like she was drowning in it.

Then the hands on her body began moving, exploring, feeling. Everywhere the fingers ran, she felt more heat spread. Along the waist, up her neck and jawline, back down over her stomach. She buckled against the grip in an attempt to free her hands, but was just pushed back harder, the cold door contrasting the warmth that was slowly enveloping her. And the hands just kept wandering, touching her everywhere. It was unbearable, and she needed it. No, she *wanted* it.

Her senses were overwhelmed. The heat seeping from her partner was everywhere now. A simple bursh of skin against the shorts covering her nether regions set her ablaze. Her mind was consumed by lust, heat and desire. Only a thought somewhere deep down retained enough clarity to shamefully notice the wet spot forming on her panties, and it was quickly crushed by the swirling emotions. She leaned back slightly, staring up into the bright, sparkly eyes and tiny wrinkles around relaying a playful question. Pyrofish might've been one to pounce her, but not one to force her hand... well, not in that sense, anyways. It wasn't often she got a chance to mockingly tell her she was a big old softie deep down, but it always crossed her mind at moments like that.

Her eyes telegraphed careless desire, and a decisive *Yes*.

Pyrofish didn't waste time. Her right hand moved behind the youngster's neck to firmly grasp it, while her thumb slowly drew a line below, across her jaw and downwards to her throat. Kryztal gave a deep growl in response, finally freeing her own hands from behind her back and immediately putting them to use. She wrapped it right around Pyrofish's waist, pulling her closer, while her left shot up to grab the back of her head. The pressure was symbolic at best - her partner didn't need any more encouragment. She only needed to take a step closer.

Pyrofish led Kryztal's head closer, but to the other woman's disappointment, yanked her lightly before their lips could connect. Instead of a deep kiss, she planted several pecks on her cheek, knowingly teasing, denying her the satisfaction. To her, it was as much a game as it was lovemaking, and she wasn't about to lose. The hand planted on her back gripped her shirt a little harder, and she inwardly smiled at the impatient gesture. Instead of sating her need, she continued kissing up and down her neck, expertly dodging the clumsy attempts Kryztal put up to finally catch her with. Her hands wandered in the meantime, drawing across Kryztal's back, feeling her arch at every move, slowly giving in to Pyrofish's control.

She shifted to the side a bit, not relenting the assault on Kryztal's neck, giving herself ever so slightly more space. Her hands finally found their target, firmly grasping the younger woman's buttcheeks, giving them a squeeze as she brough her closer again. Their position changed, and Kryztal could now feel a leg slowly slipping betwen her thighs, grinding against her crotch. She leaned back, hips pushing forward and against the pressure, trying to squeeze more pleasure out of the act. Her head involuntarily threw itself back in a silent moan, only to come back down when she realized the leg between her thighs wasn't moving anymore. She slowly pulled herself down again, enjoying every second of the sensation, until Pyrofish suddenly locked her mouth with her lips.

Lips, and tongue.

Kryztal never stood a chance to resist it. Before she could realize what was going on, it was past her lips and teeth, swirling about in her mouth, tasting and daring. She could feel the gush of hot air when Pyrofish exhaled hit the back of her throat. It was the last straw, the instant it impacted her own tongue joined the dance, pushing, tugging, playing. There was a distinct sweetness she simply could not place or compare to the act, something intoxicating, wet... it was as if she was dreaming, everything dissolving into a blur of passion and need.

To Pyrofish, it was still a game. She probed and pushed forward only to immediately escape, baiting Kryz to move to the rhythm she was setting. She wanted the youngster to do her bidding, give herself away, and only then she would let her go. Her fate for the next half an hour was sealed the moment she agreed to play. She would tear her to shreds, and arrange those shreds the way she wanted. The movement of tongues was signaling just that, playing with her prey. She gave her just enough for her to catch on, then withdrew, invitng her to return the gesture.

Their lips stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, until they both emerged, gasping for air. The sharp breaths were complete with the remnants of the incomprehensible scent their kiss was so full of, as mysterious as it was alluring. Neither could resist it for more than a few short moments, but in a sudden moment of clarity, instead of dropping into another another round of relentless kissing, Kryztal realised how terribly overdressed they both were.

Before Pyrofish had the time to lunge forward, the younger of them let her hands cross and fall down to her hips, getting ahold of the annoyance that was her shirt. She tugged at it, trying to bring it up, but it didn't get far past her belly when Pyrofish caught up. She relieved her from getting the piece of cloth out of the way, instead pinning her hands above her head and pulling the shirt off with a single movement. As soon as it was above her head, she let go of her hands and forced her way into another kiss, as fierce as ever. The curled up ball of fabric ended up discarded and forgotten on the floor, only to be soon followed by more of Kryztal's outfit.

Pyrofish's own garments weren't all that quick to follow, another reminder of her attitude. By the point Kryztal was in nude, deprived even of socks, Pyrofish had barely dropped her own bra and still had clothing below the waist. That was much to Kryztal's own disappointment, but she didn't protest, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, glad for the little she got. She knew very well that despite the attempted composure, Pyrofish was equally as aroused, just slightly better at hiding it.

She did not expect the fingers that snaked between her legs, and felt her own face, and even chest, flush. Despite how many times they've done it, she always felt just as shy as the first time. It simultaneously turned her on and gave her a panic attack, freezing her in place for just a few moments. Her heart skipped, but Pyrofish didn't relent, moving her hand as well as lips, fully aware that stopping now would only let the panic set in. Soon enough, Kryztal rejoined their dance with renewed vigor, letting lust consume whatever it was that always took over in that moment.

Pyrofish kept her hand steady and teasing, ignoring the soft moans and pants her partner let out, thumb circling her clit. Kryztal was dripping, juices leaking onto her thighs as well as Pyrofish's hand, the sensation only causing Pyrofish to rub and kiss more fervently. The sounds Kryztal was making were quickly muffled by a mouthful of tongue and lips, heat emmanating from the rough kiss, worth more than a thousand words. They fell into a rhythm almost too quickly, Kryztal spreading her legs to allow Pyrofish more space, in turn reciving more rubbing.

Kryztal whined when the pleasure subsided for a short while, only to yelp in surprise when Pyrofish unceremoniously plunged two fingers into her. The sharp spike of surprise when Pyrofish penetrated her quickly subsided when pleasure took over, and once she had accomodated to the sudden fullness, was only too eager for the fingers to start moving. Despite the foggy state of mind, she made a valiant attempt to pushe herself up and down. THat earned her a vicious grin from the older woman.

Pyrofish wasn't one to withold a reward. When she felt the tugging motion around her fingers, she started giving Kryztal what she wanted in kind. With every thrust forward, Kryztal pushed down against her as muchas she could, making the experience all the more intense. In turn, Pyrofish picked up the pace, finally giving way to Kryztal's gasps for air, instead using her mouth to tend to the youngster's breasts. They stayed like that unbroken for sevral minutes, neither aware of their surroundings, only of the intense heat and pleasure.

Orgasm snuck up on Kryz tallike a thief in the night, like a knife plunged straight to her core without warning. The crescendo shattered her mind and replaced her vision with bright flashes of white.

---

The writer got up with a massive headache. He hated his own guts so bad at this point, he could barely continue. Every word cut into his soul just a tiny bit more.

"♥♥♥♥♥♥' freakshow," he muttered to himself whilst scrambling to his feet, trying to somehow stretch the pain away. Failure only kicked more swears out, and he hated every second of it. There was a red-hot anger brewing somewhere in the depths of his mind, a need to start yelling, burning and trashing about, the need to destroy everything around him. That one was familiar.

He turned back and grabbed the mouse to post his story, only to realize there was something else he wanted to say. Hands flew acoss the keyboard, typing out the one statement he'd probably regret later.

"I'm not writing ANY form of smut for ANY of you FOR AT LEAST THREE WEEKS. MY BRAIN IS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DEAD AT THIS POINT. I EVEN HAD TO PROOFREAD THIS AFTER MYSELF, AND I THINK I FAILED AT THAT TOO. ♥♥♥♥. ALL OF YOU."

I. Hate. Myself. So ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ much.

I have no clue how high I was when I agreed to this.

But here you go, you damned bunch of horny teenagers.
---

As soon as the door clicked behind Kryztal, she found herself pressed up against it. Hard.

Pyrofish was holding her, one hand on her shoulder, the other almost propping her up by her left thigh. The older woman's touch felt like a white-hot branding metal scratching against skin, heat burning straigh through clothes and sending tingling sensations wildly across skin and beyond. It was tantalizing. Barely a few seconds, and she already felt like she was drowning in it.

Then the hands on her body began moving, exploring, feeling. Everywhere the fingers ran, she felt more heat spread. Along the waist, up her neck and jawline, back down over her stomach. She buckled against the grip in an attempt to free her hands, but was just pushed back harder, the cold door contrasting the warmth that was slowly enveloping her. And the hands just kept wandering, touching her everywhere. It was unbearable, and she needed it. No, she *wanted* it.

Her senses were overwhelmed. The heat seeping from her partner was everywhere now. A simple bursh of skin against the shorts covering her nether regions set her ablaze. Her mind was consumed by lust, heat and desire. Only a thought somewhere deep down retained enough clarity to shamefully notice the wet spot forming on her panties, and it was quickly crushed by the swirling emotions. She leaned back slightly, staring up into the bright, sparkly eyes and tiny wrinkles around relaying a playful question. Pyrofish might've been one to pounce her, but not one to force her hand... well, not in that sense, anyways. It wasn't often she got a chance to mockingly tell her she was a big old softie deep down, but it always crossed her mind at moments like that.

Her eyes telegraphed careless desire, and a decisive *Yes*.

Pyrofish didn't waste time. Her right hand moved behind the youngster's neck to firmly grasp it, while her thumb slowly drew a line below, across her jaw and downwards to her throat. Kryztal gave a deep growl in response, finally freeing her own hands from behind her back and immediately putting them to use. She wrapped it right around Pyrofish's waist, pulling her closer, while her left shot up to grab the back of her head. The pressure was symbolic at best - her partner didn't need any more encouragment. She only needed to take a step closer.

Pyrofish led Kryztal's head closer, but to the other woman's disappointment, yanked her lightly before their lips could connect. Instead of a deep kiss, she planted several pecks on her cheek, knowingly teasing, denying her the satisfaction. To her, it was as much a game as it was lovemaking, and she wasn't about to lose. The hand planted on her back gripped her shirt a little harder, and she inwardly smiled at the impatient gesture. Instead of sating her need, she continued kissing up and down her neck, expertly dodging the clumsy attempts Kryztal put up to finally catch her with. Her hands wandered in the meantime, drawing across Kryztal's back, feeling her arch at every move, slowly giving in to Pyrofish's control.

She shifted to the side a bit, not relenting the assault on Kryztal's neck, giving herself ever so slightly more space. Her hands finally found their target, firmly grasping the younger woman's buttcheeks, giving them a squeeze as she brough her closer again. Their position changed, and Kryztal could now feel a leg slowly slipping betwen her thighs, grinding against her crotch. She leaned back, hips pushing forward and against the pressure, trying to squeeze more pleasure out of the act. Her head involuntarily threw itself back in a silent moan, only to come back down when she realized the leg between her thighs wasn't moving anymore. She slowly pulled herself down again, enjoying every second of the sensation, until Pyrofish suddenly locked her mouth with her lips.

Lips, and tongue.

Kryztal never stood a chance to resist it. Before she could realize what was going on, it was past her lips and teeth, swirling about in her mouth, tasting and daring. She could feel the gush of hot air when Pyrofish exhaled hit the back of her throat. It was the last straw, the instant it impacted her own tongue joined the dance, pushing, tugging, playing. There was a distinct sweetness she simply could not place or compare to the act, something intoxicating, wet... it was as if she was dreaming, everything dissolving into a blur of passion and need.

To Pyrofish, it was still a game. She probed and pushed forward only to immediately escape, baiting Kryz to move to the rhythm she was setting. She wanted the youngster to do her bidding, give herself away, and only then she would let her go. Her fate for the next half an hour was sealed the moment she agreed to play. She would tear her to shreds, and arrange those shreds the way she wanted. The movement of tongues was signaling just that, playing with her prey. She gave her just enough for her to catch on, then withdrew, invitng her to return the gesture.

Their lips stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, until they both emerged, gasping for air. The sharp breaths were complete with the remnants of the incomprehensible scent their kiss was so full of, as mysterious as it was alluring. Neither could resist it for more than a few short moments, but in a sudden moment of clarity, instead of dropping into another another round of relentless kissing, Kryztal realised how terribly overdressed they both were.

Before Pyrofish had the time to lunge forward, the younger of them let her hands cross and fall down to her hips, getting ahold of the annoyance that was her shirt. She tugged at it, trying to bring it up, but it didn't get far past her belly when Pyrofish caught up. She relieved her from getting the piece of cloth out of the way, instead pinning her hands above her head and pulling the shirt off with a single movement. As soon as it was above her head, she let go of her hands and forced her way into another kiss, as fierce as ever. The curled up ball of fabric ended up discarded and forgotten on the floor, only to be soon followed by more of Kryztal's outfit.

Pyrofish's own garments weren't all that quick to follow, another reminder of her attitude. By the point Kryztal was in nude, deprived even of socks, Pyrofish had barely dropped her own bra and still had clothing below the waist. That was much to Kryztal's own disappointment, but she didn't protest, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, glad for the little she got. She knew very well that despite the attempted composure, Pyrofish was equally as aroused, just slightly better at hiding it.

She did not expect the fingers that snaked between her legs, and felt her own face, and even chest, flush. Despite how many times they've done it, she always felt just as shy as the first time. It simultaneously turned her on and gave her a panic attack, freezing her in place for just a few moments. Her heart skipped, but Pyrofish didn't relent, moving her hand as well as lips, fully aware that stopping now would only let the panic set in. Soon enough, Kryztal rejoined their dance with renewed vigor, letting lust consume whatever it was that always took over in that moment.

Pyrofish kept her hand steady and teasing, ignoring the soft moans and pants her partner let out, thumb circling her clit. Kryztal was dripping, juices leaking onto her thighs as well as Pyrofish's hand, the sensation only causing Pyrofish to rub and kiss more fervently. The sounds Kryztal was making were quickly muffled by a mouthful of tongue and lips, heat emmanating from the rough kiss, worth more than a thousand words. They fell into a rhythm almost too quickly, Kryztal spreading her legs to allow Pyrofish more space, in turn reciving more rubbing.

Kryztal whined when the pleasure subsided for a short while, only to yelp in surprise when Pyrofish unceremoniously plunged two fingers into her. The sharp spike of surprise when Pyrofish penetrated her quickly subsided when pleasure took over, and once she had accomodated to the sudden fullness, was only too eager for the fingers to start moving. Despite the foggy state of mind, she made a valiant attempt to pushe herself up and down. THat earned her a vicious grin from the older woman.

Pyrofish wasn't one to withold a reward. When she felt the tugging motion around her fingers, she started giving Kryztal what she wanted in kind. With every thrust forward, Kryztal pushed down against her as muchas she could, making the experience all the more intense. In turn, Pyrofish picked up the pace, finally giving way to Kryztal's gasps for air, instead using her mouth to tend to the youngster's breasts. They stayed like that unbroken for sevral minutes, neither aware of their surroundings, only of the intense heat and pleasure.

Orgasm snuck up on Kryz tallike a thief in the night, like a knife plunged straight to her core without warning. The crescendo shattered her mind and replaced her vision with bright flashes of white.

---

The writer got up with a massive headache. He hated his own guts so bad at this point, he could barely continue. Every word cut into his soul just a tiny bit more.

"♥♥♥♥♥♥' freakshow," he muttered to himself whilst scrambling to his feet, trying to somehow stretch the pain away. Failure only kicked more swears out, and he hated every second of it. There was a red-hot anger brewing somewhere in the depths of his mind, a need to start yelling, burning and trashing about, the need to destroy everything around him. That one was familiar.

He turned back and grabbed the mouse to post his story, only to realize there was something else he wanted to say. Hands flew acoss the keyboard, typing out the one statement he'd probably regret later.

"I'm not writing ANY form of smut for ANY of you FOR AT LEAST THREE WEEKS. MY BRAIN IS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DEAD AT THIS POINT. I EVEN HAD TO PROOFREAD THIS AFTER MYSELF, AND I THINK I FAILED AT THAT TOO. ♥♥♥♥. ALL OF YOU."

I. Hate. Myself. So ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ much.

I have no clue how high I was when I agreed to this.

But here you go, you damned bunch of horny teenagers.
---

As soon as the door clicked behind Kryztal, she found herself pressed up against it. Hard.

Pyrofish was holding her, one hand on her shoulder, the other almost propping her up by her left thigh. The older woman's touch felt like a white-hot branding metal scratching against skin, heat burning straigh through clothes and sending tingling sensations wildly across skin and beyond. It was tantalizing. Barely a few seconds, and she already felt like she was drowning in it.

Then the hands on her body began moving, exploring, feeling. Everywhere the fingers ran, she felt more heat spread. Along the waist, up her neck and jawline, back down over her stomach. She buckled against the grip in an attempt to free her hands, but was just pushed back harder, the cold door contrasting the warmth that was slowly enveloping her. And the hands just kept wandering, touching her everywhere. It was unbearable, and she needed it. No, she *wanted* it.

Her senses were overwhelmed. The heat seeping from her partner was everywhere now. A simple bursh of skin against the shorts covering her nether regions set her ablaze. Her mind was consumed by lust, heat and desire. Only a thought somewhere deep down retained enough clarity to shamefully notice the wet spot forming on her panties, and it was quickly crushed by the swirling emotions. She leaned back slightly, staring up into the bright, sparkly eyes and tiny wrinkles around relaying a playful question. Pyrofish might've been one to pounce her, but not one to force her hand... well, not in that sense, anyways. It wasn't often she got a chance to mockingly tell her she was a big old softie deep down, but it always crossed her mind at moments like that.

Her eyes telegraphed careless desire, and a decisive *Yes*.

Pyrofish didn't waste time. Her right hand moved behind the youngster's neck to firmly grasp it, while her thumb slowly drew a line below, across her jaw and downwards to her throat. Kryztal gave a deep growl in response, finally freeing her own hands from behind her back and immediately putting them to use. She wrapped it right around Pyrofish's waist, pulling her closer, while her left shot up to grab the back of her head. The pressure was symbolic at best - her partner didn't need any more encouragment. She only needed to take a step closer.

Pyrofish led Kryztal's head closer, but to the other woman's disappointment, yanked her lightly before their lips could connect. Instead of a deep kiss, she planted several pecks on her cheek, knowingly teasing, denying her the satisfaction. To her, it was as much a game as it was lovemaking, and she wasn't about to lose. The hand planted on her back gripped her shirt a little harder, and she inwardly smiled at the impatient gesture. Instead of sating her need, she continued kissing up and down her neck, expertly dodging the clumsy attempts Kryztal put up to finally catch her with. Her hands wandered in the meantime, drawing across Kryztal's back, feeling her arch at every move, slowly giving in to Pyrofish's control.

She shifted to the side a bit, not relenting the assault on Kryztal's neck, giving herself ever so slightly more space. Her hands finally found their target, firmly grasping the younger woman's buttcheeks, giving them a squeeze as she brough her closer again. Their position changed, and Kryztal could now feel a leg slowly slipping betwen her thighs, grinding against her crotch. She leaned back, hips pushing forward and against the pressure, trying to squeeze more pleasure out of the act. Her head involuntarily threw itself back in a silent moan, only to come back down when she realized the leg between her thighs wasn't moving anymore. She slowly pulled herself down again, enjoying every second of the sensation, until Pyrofish suddenly locked her mouth with her lips.

Lips, and tongue.

Kryztal never stood a chance to resist it. Before she could realize what was going on, it was past her lips and teeth, swirling about in her mouth, tasting and daring. She could feel the gush of hot air when Pyrofish exhaled hit the back of her throat. It was the last straw, the instant it impacted her own tongue joined the dance, pushing, tugging, playing. There was a distinct sweetness she simply could not place or compare to the act, something intoxicating, wet... it was as if she was dreaming, everything dissolving into a blur of passion and need.

To Pyrofish, it was still a game. She probed and pushed forward only to immediately escape, baiting Kryz to move to the rhythm she was setting. She wanted the youngster to do her bidding, give herself away, and only then she would let her go. Her fate for the next half an hour was sealed the moment she agreed to play. She would tear her to shreds, and arrange those shreds the way she wanted. The movement of tongues was signaling just that, playing with her prey. She gave her just enough for her to catch on, then withdrew, invitng her to return the gesture.

Their lips stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, until they both emerged, gasping for air. The sharp breaths were complete with the remnants of the incomprehensible scent their kiss was so full of, as mysterious as it was alluring. Neither could resist it for more than a few short moments, but in a sudden moment of clarity, instead of dropping into another another round of relentless kissing, Kryztal realised how terribly overdressed they both were.

Before Pyrofish had the time to lunge forward, the younger of them let her hands cross and fall down to her hips, getting ahold of the annoyance that was her shirt. She tugged at it, trying to bring it up, but it didn't get far past her belly when Pyrofish caught up. She relieved her from getting the piece of cloth out of the way, instead pinning her hands above her head and pulling the shirt off with a single movement. As soon as it was above her head, she let go of her hands and forced her way into another kiss, as fierce as ever. The curled up ball of fabric ended up discarded and forgotten on the floor, only to be soon followed by more of Kryztal's outfit.

Pyrofish's own garments weren't all that quick to follow, another reminder of her attitude. By the point Kryztal was in nude, deprived even of socks, Pyrofish had barely dropped her own bra and still had clothing below the waist. That was much to Kryztal's own disappointment, but she didn't protest, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, glad for the little she got. She knew very well that despite the attempted composure, Pyrofish was equally as aroused, just slightly better at hiding it.

She did not expect the fingers that snaked between her legs, and felt her own face, and even chest, flush. Despite how many times they've done it, she always felt just as shy as the first time. It simultaneously turned her on and gave her a panic attack, freezing her in place for just a few moments. Her heart skipped, but Pyrofish didn't relent, moving her hand as well as lips, fully aware that stopping now would only let the panic set in. Soon enough, Kryztal rejoined their dance with renewed vigor, letting lust consume whatever it was that always took over in that moment.

Pyrofish kept her hand steady and teasing, ignoring the soft moans and pants her partner let out, thumb circling her clit. Kryztal was dripping, juices leaking onto her thighs as well as Pyrofish's hand, the sensation only causing Pyrofish to rub and kiss more fervently. The sounds Kryztal was making were quickly muffled by a mouthful of tongue and lips, heat emmanating from the rough kiss, worth more than a thousand words. They fell into a rhythm almost too quickly, Kryztal spreading her legs to allow Pyrofish more space, in turn reciving more rubbing.

Kryztal whined when the pleasure subsided for a short while, only to yelp in surprise when Pyrofish unceremoniously plunged two fingers into her. The sharp spike of surprise when Pyrofish penetrated her quickly subsided when pleasure took over, and once she had accomodated to the sudden fullness, was only too eager for the fingers to start moving. Despite the foggy state of mind, she made a valiant attempt to pushe herself up and down. THat earned her a vicious grin from the older woman.

Pyrofish wasn't one to withold a reward. When she felt the tugging motion around her fingers, she started giving Kryztal what she wanted in kind. With every thrust forward, Kryztal pushed down against her as muchas she could, making the experience all the more intense. In turn, Pyrofish picked up the pace, finally giving way to Kryztal's gasps for air, instead using her mouth to tend to the youngster's breasts. They stayed like that unbroken for sevral minutes, neither aware of their surroundings, only of the intense heat and pleasure.

Orgasm snuck up on Kryz tallike a thief in the night, like a knife plunged straight to her core without warning. The crescendo shattered her mind and replaced her vision with bright flashes of white.

---

The writer got up with a massive headache. He hated his own guts so bad at this point, he could barely continue. Every word cut into his soul just a tiny bit more.

"♥♥♥♥♥♥' freakshow," he muttered to himself whilst scrambling to his feet, trying to somehow stretch the pain away. Failure only kicked more swears out, and he hated every second of it. There was a red-hot anger brewing somewhere in the depths of his mind, a need to start yelling, burning and trashing about, the need to destroy everything around him. That one was familiar.

He turned back and grabbed the mouse to post his story, only to realize there was something else he wanted to say. Hands flew acoss the keyboard, typing out the one statement he'd probably regret later.

"I'm not writing ANY form of smut for ANY of you FOR AT LEAST THREE WEEKS. MY BRAIN IS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DEAD AT THIS POINT. I EVEN HAD TO PROOFREAD THIS AFTER MYSELF, AND I THINK I FAILED AT THAT TOO. ♥♥♥♥. ALL OF YOU."

I. Hate. Myself. So ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ much.

I have no clue how high I was when I agreed to this.

But here you go, you damned bunch of horny teenagers.
---

As soon as the door clicked behind Kryztal, she found herself pressed up against it. Hard.

Pyrofish was holding her, one hand on her shoulder, the other almost propping her up by her left thigh. The older woman's touch felt like a white-hot branding metal scratching against skin, heat burning straigh through clothes and sending tingling sensations wildly across skin and beyond. It was tantalizing. Barely a few seconds, and she already felt like she was drowning in it.

Then the hands on her body began moving, exploring, feeling. Everywhere the fingers ran, she felt more heat spread. Along the waist, up her neck and jawline, back down over her stomach. She buckled against the grip in an attempt to free her hands, but was just pushed back harder, the cold door contrasting the warmth that was slowly enveloping her. And the hands just kept wandering, touching her everywhere. It was unbearable, and she needed it. No, she *wanted* it.

Her senses were overwhelmed. The heat seeping from her partner was everywhere now. A simple bursh of skin against the shorts covering her nether regions set her ablaze. Her mind was consumed by lust, heat and desire. Only a thought somewhere deep down retained enough clarity to shamefully notice the wet spot forming on her panties, and it was quickly crushed by the swirling emotions. She leaned back slightly, staring up into the bright, sparkly eyes and tiny wrinkles around relaying a playful question. Pyrofish might've been one to pounce her, but not one to force her hand... well, not in that sense, anyways. It wasn't often she got a chance to mockingly tell her she was a big old softie deep down, but it always crossed her mind at moments like that.

Her eyes telegraphed careless desire, and a decisive *Yes*.

Pyrofish didn't waste time. Her right hand moved behind the youngster's neck to firmly grasp it, while her thumb slowly drew a line below, across her jaw and downwards to her throat. Kryztal gave a deep growl in response, finally freeing her own hands from behind her back and immediately putting them to use. She wrapped it right around Pyrofish's waist, pulling her closer, while her left shot up to grab the back of her head. The pressure was symbolic at best - her partner didn't need any more encouragment. She only needed to take a step closer.

Pyrofish led Kryztal's head closer, but to the other woman's disappointment, yanked her lightly before their lips could connect. Instead of a deep kiss, she planted several pecks on her cheek, knowingly teasing, denying her the satisfaction. To her, it was as much a game as it was lovemaking, and she wasn't about to lose. The hand planted on her back gripped her shirt a little harder, and she inwardly smiled at the impatient gesture. Instead of sating her need, she continued kissing up and down her neck, expertly dodging the clumsy attempts Kryztal put up to finally catch her with. Her hands wandered in the meantime, drawing across Kryztal's back, feeling her arch at every move, slowly giving in to Pyrofish's control.

She shifted to the side a bit, not relenting the assault on Kryztal's neck, giving herself ever so slightly more space. Her hands finally found their target, firmly grasping the younger woman's buttcheeks, giving them a squeeze as she brough her closer again. Their position changed, and Kryztal could now feel a leg slowly slipping betwen her thighs, grinding against her crotch. She leaned back, hips pushing forward and against the pressure, trying to squeeze more pleasure out of the act. Her head involuntarily threw itself back in a silent moan, only to come back down when she realized the leg between her thighs wasn't moving anymore. She slowly pulled herself down again, enjoying every second of the sensation, until Pyrofish suddenly locked her mouth with her lips.

Lips, and tongue.

Kryztal never stood a chance to resist it. Before she could realize what was going on, it was past her lips and teeth, swirling about in her mouth, tasting and daring. She could feel the gush of hot air when Pyrofish exhaled hit the back of her throat. It was the last straw, the instant it impacted her own tongue joined the dance, pushing, tugging, playing. There was a distinct sweetness she simply could not place or compare to the act, something intoxicating, wet... it was as if she was dreaming, everything dissolving into a blur of passion and need.

To Pyrofish, it was still a game. She probed and pushed forward only to immediately escape, baiting Kryz to move to the rhythm she was setting. She wanted the youngster to do her bidding, give herself away, and only then she would let her go. Her fate for the next half an hour was sealed the moment she agreed to play. She would tear her to shreds, and arrange those shreds the way she wanted. The movement of tongues was signaling just that, playing with her prey. She gave her just enough for her to catch on, then withdrew, invitng her to return the gesture.

Their lips stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, until they both emerged, gasping for air. The sharp breaths were complete with the remnants of the incomprehensible scent their kiss was so full of, as mysterious as it was alluring. Neither could resist it for more than a few short moments, but in a sudden moment of clarity, instead of dropping into another another round of relentless kissing, Kryztal realised how terribly overdressed they both were.

Before Pyrofish had the time to lunge forward, the younger of them let her hands cross and fall down to her hips, getting ahold of the annoyance that was her shirt. She tugged at it, trying to bring it up, but it didn't get far past her belly when Pyrofish caught up. She relieved her from getting the piece of cloth out of the way, instead pinning her hands above her head and pulling the shirt off with a single movement. As soon as it was above her head, she let go of her hands and forced her way into another kiss, as fierce as ever. The curled up ball of fabric ended up discarded and forgotten on the floor, only to be soon followed by more of Kryztal's outfit.

Pyrofish's own garments weren't all that quick to follow, another reminder of her attitude. By the point Kryztal was in nude, deprived even of socks, Pyrofish had barely dropped her own bra and still had clothing below the waist. That was much to Kryztal's own disappointment, but she didn't protest, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, glad for the little she got. She knew very well that despite the attempted composure, Pyrofish was equally as aroused, just slightly better at hiding it.

She did not expect the fingers that snaked between her legs, and felt her own face, and even chest, flush. Despite how many times they've done it, she always felt just as shy as the first time. It simultaneously turned her on and gave her a panic attack, freezing her in place for just a few moments. Her heart skipped, but Pyrofish didn't relent, moving her hand as well as lips, fully aware that stopping now would only let the panic set in. Soon enough, Kryztal rejoined their dance with renewed vigor, letting lust consume whatever it was that always took over in that moment.

Pyrofish kept her hand steady and teasing, ignoring the soft moans and pants her partner let out, thumb circling her clit. Kryztal was dripping, juices leaking onto her thighs as well as Pyrofish's hand, the sensation only causing Pyrofish to rub and kiss more fervently. The sounds Kryztal was making were quickly muffled by a mouthful of tongue and lips, heat emmanating from the rough kiss, worth more than a thousand words. They fell into a rhythm almost too quickly, Kryztal spreading her legs to allow Pyrofish more space, in turn reciving more rubbing.

Kryztal whined when the pleasure subsided for a short while, only to yelp in surprise when Pyrofish unceremoniously plunged two fingers into her. The sharp spike of surprise when Pyrofish penetrated her quickly subsided when pleasure took over, and once she had accomodated to the sudden fullness, was only too eager for the fingers to start moving. Despite the foggy state of mind, she made a valiant attempt to pushe herself up and down. THat earned her a vicious grin from the older woman.

Pyrofish wasn't one to withold a reward. When she felt the tugging motion around her fingers, she started giving Kryztal what she wanted in kind. With every thrust forward, Kryztal pushed down against her as muchas she could, making the experience all the more intense. In turn, Pyrofish picked up the pace, finally giving way to Kryztal's gasps for air, instead using her mouth to tend to the youngster's breasts. They stayed like that unbroken for sevral minutes, neither aware of their surroundings, only of the intense heat and pleasure.

Orgasm snuck up on Kryz tallike a thief in the night, like a knife plunged straight to her core without warning. The crescendo shattered her mind and replaced her vision with bright flashes of white.

---

The writer got up with a massive headache. He hated his own guts so bad at this point, he could barely continue. Every word cut into his soul just a tiny bit more.

"♥♥♥♥♥♥' freakshow," he muttered to himself whilst scrambling to his feet, trying to somehow stretch the pain away. Failure only kicked more swears out, and he hated every second of it. There was a red-hot anger brewing somewhere in the depths of his mind, a need to start yelling, burning and trashing about, the need to destroy everything around him. That one was familiar.

He turned back and grabbed the mouse to post his story, only to realize there was something else he wanted to say. Hands flew acoss the keyboard, typing out the one statement he'd probably regret later.

"I'm not writing ANY form of smut for ANY of you FOR AT LEAST THREE WEEKS. MY BRAIN IS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DEAD AT THIS POINT. I EVEN HAD TO PROOFREAD THIS AFTER MYSELF, AND I THINK I FAILED AT THAT TOO. ♥♥♥♥. ALL OF YOU."

I. Hate. Myself. So ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ much.

I have no clue how high I was when I agreed to this.

But here you go, you damned bunch of horny teenagers.
---

As soon as the door clicked behind Kryztal, she found herself pressed up against it. Hard.

Pyrofish was holding her, one hand on her shoulder, the other almost propping her up by her left thigh. The older woman's touch felt like a white-hot branding metal scratching against skin, heat burning straigh through clothes and sending tingling sensations wildly across skin and beyond. It was tantalizing. Barely a few seconds, and she already felt like she was drowning in it.

Then the hands on her body began moving, exploring, feeling. Everywhere the fingers ran, she felt more heat spread. Along the waist, up her neck and jawline, back down over her stomach. She buckled against the grip in an attempt to free her hands, but was just pushed back harder, the cold door contrasting the warmth that was slowly enveloping her. And the hands just kept wandering, touching her everywhere. It was unbearable, and she needed it. No, she *wanted* it.

Her senses were overwhelmed. The heat seeping from her partner was everywhere now. A simple bursh of skin against the shorts covering her nether regions set her ablaze. Her mind was consumed by lust, heat and desire. Only a thought somewhere deep down retained enough clarity to shamefully notice the wet spot forming on her panties, and it was quickly crushed by the swirling emotions. She leaned back slightly, staring up into the bright, sparkly eyes and tiny wrinkles around relaying a playful question. Pyrofish might've been one to pounce her, but not one to force her hand... well, not in that sense, anyways. It wasn't often she got a chance to mockingly tell her she was a big old softie deep down, but it always crossed her mind at moments like that.

Her eyes telegraphed careless desire, and a decisive *Yes*.

Pyrofish didn't waste time. Her right hand moved behind the youngster's neck to firmly grasp it, while her thumb slowly drew a line below, across her jaw and downwards to her throat. Kryztal gave a deep growl in response, finally freeing her own hands from behind her back and immediately putting them to use. She wrapped it right around Pyrofish's waist, pulling her closer, while her left shot up to grab the back of her head. The pressure was symbolic at best - her partner didn't need any more encouragment. She only needed to take a step closer.

Pyrofish led Kryztal's head closer, but to the other woman's disappointment, yanked her lightly before their lips could connect. Instead of a deep kiss, she planted several pecks on her cheek, knowingly teasing, denying her the satisfaction. To her, it was as much a game as it was lovemaking, and she wasn't about to lose. The hand planted on her back gripped her shirt a little harder, and she inwardly smiled at the impatient gesture. Instead of sating her need, she continued kissing up and down her neck, expertly dodging the clumsy attempts Kryztal put up to finally catch her with. Her hands wandered in the meantime, drawing across Kryztal's back, feeling her arch at every move, slowly giving in to Pyrofish's control.

She shifted to the side a bit, not relenting the assault on Kryztal's neck, giving herself ever so slightly more space. Her hands finally found their target, firmly grasping the younger woman's buttcheeks, giving them a squeeze as she brough her closer again. Their position changed, and Kryztal could now feel a leg slowly slipping betwen her thighs, grinding against her crotch. She leaned back, hips pushing forward and against the pressure, trying to squeeze more pleasure out of the act. Her head involuntarily threw itself back in a silent moan, only to come back down when she realized the leg between her thighs wasn't moving anymore. She slowly pulled herself down again, enjoying every second of the sensation, until Pyrofish suddenly locked her mouth with her lips.

Lips, and tongue.

Kryztal never stood a chance to resist it. Before she could realize what was going on, it was past her lips and teeth, swirling about in her mouth, tasting and daring. She could feel the gush of hot air when Pyrofish exhaled hit the back of her throat. It was the last straw, the instant it impacted her own tongue joined the dance, pushing, tugging, playing. There was a distinct sweetness she simply could not place or compare to the act, something intoxicating, wet... it was as if she was dreaming, everything dissolving into a blur of passion and need.

To Pyrofish, it was still a game. She probed and pushed forward only to immediately escape, baiting Kryz to move to the rhythm she was setting. She wanted the youngster to do her bidding, give herself away, and only then she would let her go. Her fate for the next half an hour was sealed the moment she agreed to play. She would tear her to shreds, and arrange those shreds the way she wanted. The movement of tongues was signaling just that, playing with her prey. She gave her just enough for her to catch on, then withdrew, invitng her to return the gesture.

Their lips stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, until they both emerged, gasping for air. The sharp breaths were complete with the remnants of the incomprehensible scent their kiss was so full of, as mysterious as it was alluring. Neither could resist it for more than a few short moments, but in a sudden moment of clarity, instead of dropping into another another round of relentless kissing, Kryztal realised how terribly overdressed they both were.

Before Pyrofish had the time to lunge forward, the younger of them let her hands cross and fall down to her hips, getting ahold of the annoyance that was her shirt. She tugged at it, trying to bring it up, but it didn't get far past her belly when Pyrofish caught up. She relieved her from getting the piece of cloth out of the way, instead pinning her hands above her head and pulling the shirt off with a single movement. As soon as it was above her head, she let go of her hands and forced her way into another kiss, as fierce as ever. The curled up ball of fabric ended up discarded and forgotten on the floor, only to be soon followed by more of Kryztal's outfit.

Pyrofish's own garments weren't all that quick to follow, another reminder of her attitude. By the point Kryztal was in nude, deprived even of socks, Pyrofish had barely dropped her own bra and still had clothing below the waist. That was much to Kryztal's own disappointment, but she didn't protest, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, glad for the little she got. She knew very well that despite the attempted composure, Pyrofish was equally as aroused, just slightly better at hiding it.

She did not expect the fingers that snaked between her legs, and felt her own face, and even chest, flush. Despite how many times they've done it, she always felt just as shy as the first time. It simultaneously turned her on and gave her a panic attack, freezing her in place for just a few moments. Her heart skipped, but Pyrofish didn't relent, moving her hand as well as lips, fully aware that stopping now would only let the panic set in. Soon enough, Kryztal rejoined their dance with renewed vigor, letting lust consume whatever it was that always took over in that moment.

Pyrofish kept her hand steady and teasing, ignoring the soft moans and pants her partner let out, thumb circling her clit. Kryztal was dripping, juices leaking onto her thighs as well as Pyrofish's hand, the sensation only causing Pyrofish to rub and kiss more fervently. The sounds Kryztal was making were quickly muffled by a mouthful of tongue and lips, heat emmanating from the rough kiss, worth more than a thousand words. They fell into a rhythm almost too quickly, Kryztal spreading her legs to allow Pyrofish more space, in turn reciving more rubbing.

Kryztal whined when the pleasure subsided for a short while, only to yelp in surprise when Pyrofish unceremoniously plunged two fingers into her. The sharp spike of surprise when Pyrofish penetrated her quickly subsided when pleasure took over, and once she had accomodated to the sudden fullness, was only too eager for the fingers to start moving. Despite the foggy state of mind, she made a valiant attempt to pushe herself up and down. THat earned her a vicious grin from the older woman.

Pyrofish wasn't one to withold a reward. When she felt the tugging motion around her fingers, she started giving Kryztal what she wanted in kind. With every thrust forward, Kryztal pushed down against her as muchas she could, making the experience all the more intense. In turn, Pyrofish picked up the pace, finally giving way to Kryztal's gasps for air, instead using her mouth to tend to the youngster's breasts. They stayed like that unbroken for sevral minutes, neither aware of their surroundings, only of the intense heat and pleasure.

Orgasm snuck up on Kryz tallike a thief in the night, like a knife plunged straight to her core without warning. The crescendo shattered her mind and replaced her vision with bright flashes of white.

---

The writer got up with a massive headache. He hated his own guts so bad at this point, he could barely continue. Every word cut into his soul just a tiny bit more.

"♥♥♥♥♥♥' freakshow," he muttered to himself whilst scrambling to his feet, trying to somehow stretch the pain away. Failure only kicked more swears out, and he hated every second of it. There was a red-hot anger brewing somewhere in the depths of his mind, a need to start yelling, burning and trashing about, the need to destroy everything around him. That one was familiar.

He turned back and grabbed the mouse to post his story, only to realize there was something else he wanted to say. Hands flew acoss the keyboard, typing out the one statement he'd probably regret later.

"I'm not writing ANY form of smut for ANY of you FOR AT LEAST THREE WEEKS. MY BRAIN IS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DEAD AT THIS POINT. I EVEN HAD TO PROOFREAD THIS AFTER MYSELF, AND I THINK I FAILED AT THAT TOO. ♥♥♥♥. ALL OF YOU."

I. Hate. Myself. So ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ much.

I have no clue how high I was when I agreed to this.

But here you go, you damned bunch of horny teenagers.
---

As soon as the door clicked behind Kryztal, she found herself pressed up against it. Hard.

Pyrofish was holding her, one hand on her shoulder, the other almost propping her up by her left thigh. The older woman's touch felt like a white-hot branding metal scratching against skin, heat burning straigh through clothes and sending tingling sensations wildly across skin and beyond. It was tantalizing. Barely a few seconds, and she already felt like she was drowning in it.

Then the hands on her body began moving, exploring, feeling. Everywhere the fingers ran, she felt more heat spread. Along the waist, up her neck and jawline, back down over her stomach. She buckled against the grip in an attempt to free her hands, but was just pushed back harder, the cold door contrasting the warmth that was slowly enveloping her. And the hands just kept wandering, touching her everywhere. It was unbearable, and she needed it. No, she *wanted* it.

Her senses were overwhelmed. The heat seeping from her partner was everywhere now. A simple bursh of skin against the shorts covering her nether regions set her ablaze. Her mind was consumed by lust, heat and desire. Only a thought somewhere deep down retained enough clarity to shamefully notice the wet spot forming on her panties, and it was quickly crushed by the swirling emotions. She leaned back slightly, staring up into the bright, sparkly eyes and tiny wrinkles around relaying a playful question. Pyrofish might've been one to pounce her, but not one to force her hand... well, not in that sense, anyways. It wasn't often she got a chance to mockingly tell her she was a big old softie deep down, but it always crossed her mind at moments like that.

Her eyes telegraphed careless desire, and a decisive *Yes*.

Pyrofish didn't waste time. Her right hand moved behind the youngster's neck to firmly grasp it, while her thumb slowly drew a line below, across her jaw and downwards to her throat. Kryztal gave a deep growl in response, finally freeing her own hands from behind her back and immediately putting them to use. She wrapped it right around Pyrofish's waist, pulling her closer, while her left shot up to grab the back of her head. The pressure was symbolic at best - her partner didn't need any more encouragment. She only needed to take a step closer.

Pyrofish led Kryztal's head closer, but to the other woman's disappointment, yanked her lightly before their lips could connect. Instead of a deep kiss, she planted several pecks on her cheek, knowingly teasing, denying her the satisfaction. To her, it was as much a game as it was lovemaking, and she wasn't about to lose. The hand planted on her back gripped her shirt a little harder, and she inwardly smiled at the impatient gesture. Instead of sating her need, she continued kissing up and down her neck, expertly dodging the clumsy attempts Kryztal put up to finally catch her with. Her hands wandered in the meantime, drawing across Kryztal's back, feeling her arch at every move, slowly giving in to Pyrofish's control.

She shifted to the side a bit, not relenting the assault on Kryztal's neck, giving herself ever so slightly more space. Her hands finally found their target, firmly grasping the younger woman's buttcheeks, giving them a squeeze as she brough her closer again. Their position changed, and Kryztal could now feel a leg slowly slipping betwen her thighs, grinding against her crotch. She leaned back, hips pushing forward and against the pressure, trying to squeeze more pleasure out of the act. Her head involuntarily threw itself back in a silent moan, only to come back down when she realized the leg between her thighs wasn't moving anymore. She slowly pulled herself down again, enjoying every second of the sensation, until Pyrofish suddenly locked her mouth with her lips.

Lips, and tongue.

Kryztal never stood a chance to resist it. Before she could realize what was going on, it was past her lips and teeth, swirling about in her mouth, tasting and daring. She could feel the gush of hot air when Pyrofish exhaled hit the back of her throat. It was the last straw, the instant it impacted her own tongue joined the dance, pushing, tugging, playing. There was a distinct sweetness she simply could not place or compare to the act, something intoxicating, wet... it was as if she was dreaming, everything dissolving into a blur of passion and need.

To Pyrofish, it was still a game. She probed and pushed forward only to immediately escape, baiting Kryz to move to the rhythm she was setting. She wanted the youngster to do her bidding, give herself away, and only then she would let her go. Her fate for the next half an hour was sealed the moment she agreed to play. She would tear her to shreds, and arrange those shreds the way she wanted. The movement of tongues was signaling just that, playing with her prey. She gave her just enough for her to catch on, then withdrew, invitng her to return the gesture.

Their lips stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, until they both emerged, gasping for air. The sharp breaths were complete with the remnants of the incomprehensible scent their kiss was so full of, as mysterious as it was alluring. Neither could resist it for more than a few short moments, but in a sudden moment of clarity, instead of dropping into another another round of relentless kissing, Kryztal realised how terribly overdressed they both were.

Before Pyrofish had the time to lunge forward, the younger of them let her hands cross and fall down to her hips, getting ahold of the annoyance that was her shirt. She tugged at it, trying to bring it up, but it didn't get far past her belly when Pyrofish caught up. She relieved her from getting the piece of cloth out of the way, instead pinning her hands above her head and pulling the shirt off with a single movement. As soon as it was above her head, she let go of her hands and forced her way into another kiss, as fierce as ever. The curled up ball of fabric ended up discarded and forgotten on the floor, only to be soon followed by more of Kryztal's outfit.

Pyrofish's own garments weren't all that quick to follow, another reminder of her attitude. By the point Kryztal was in nude, deprived even of socks, Pyrofish had barely dropped her own bra and still had clothing below the waist. That was much to Kryztal's own disappointment, but she didn't protest, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, glad for the little she got. She knew very well that despite the attempted composure, Pyrofish was equally as aroused, just slightly better at hiding it.

She did not expect the fingers that snaked between her legs, and felt her own face, and even chest, flush. Despite how many times they've done it, she always felt just as shy as the first time. It simultaneously turned her on and gave her a panic attack, freezing her in place for just a few moments. Her heart skipped, but Pyrofish didn't relent, moving her hand as well as lips, fully aware that stopping now would only let the panic set in. Soon enough, Kryztal rejoined their dance with renewed vigor, letting lust consume whatever it was that always took over in that moment.

Pyrofish kept her hand steady and teasing, ignoring the soft moans and pants her partner let out, thumb circling her clit. Kryztal was dripping, juices leaking onto her thighs as well as Pyrofish's hand, the sensation only causing Pyrofish to rub and kiss more fervently. The sounds Kryztal was making were quickly muffled by a mouthful of tongue and lips, heat emmanating from the rough kiss, worth more than a thousand words. They fell into a rhythm almost too quickly, Kryztal spreading her legs to allow Pyrofish more space, in turn reciving more rubbing.

Kryztal whined when the pleasure subsided for a short while, only to yelp in surprise when Pyrofish unceremoniously plunged two fingers into her. The sharp spike of surprise when Pyrofish penetrated her quickly subsided when pleasure took over, and once she had accomodated to the sudden fullness, was only too eager for the fingers to start moving. Despite the foggy state of mind, she made a valiant attempt to pushe herself up and down. THat earned her a vicious grin from the older woman.

Pyrofish wasn't one to withold a reward. When she felt the tugging motion around her fingers, she started giving Kryztal what she wanted in kind. With every thrust forward, Kryztal pushed down against her as muchas she could, making the experience all the more intense. In turn, Pyrofish picked up the pace, finally giving way to Kryztal's gasps for air, instead using her mouth to tend to the youngster's breasts. They stayed like that unbroken for sevral minutes, neither aware of their surroundings, only of the intense heat and pleasure.

Orgasm snuck up on Kryz tallike a thief in the night, like a knife plunged straight to her core without warning. The crescendo shattered her mind and replaced her vision with bright flashes of white.

---

The writer got up with a massive headache. He hated his own guts so bad at this point, he could barely continue. Every word cut into his soul just a tiny bit more.

"♥♥♥♥♥♥' freakshow," he muttered to himself whilst scrambling to his feet, trying to somehow stretch the pain away. Failure only kicked more swears out, and he hated every second of it. There was a red-hot anger brewing somewhere in the depths of his mind, a need to start yelling, burning and trashing about, the need to destroy everything around him. That one was familiar.

He turned back and grabbed the mouse to post his story, only to realize there was something else he wanted to say. Hands flew acoss the keyboard, typing out the one statement he'd probably regret later.

"I'm not writing ANY form of smut for ANY of you FOR AT LEAST THREE WEEKS. MY BRAIN IS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DEAD AT THIS POINT. I EVEN HAD TO PROOFREAD THIS AFTER MYSELF, AND I THINK I FAILED AT THAT TOO. ♥♥♥♥. ALL OF YOU."








'͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ '͔̥̪̜̞̖̹̼̥͉̜̻̣̫̯͖͚̳̜̹̙̥̺̼̜̘̜̮͓͚͉̗̦͓̻̫̌ͮ͑̆ͦ͗̉ͫ͒̓̒͋ͬ͒ͭ͒ͪ͐̃̀̉ͫͯ̒̅͐̎̈́͗̿ͩͬ̚͜͟͡͡͠҉̸̸̵̢͔̻̟̘̲̪̤͍̦͇͕̻͎̳̜̖̺̦͖͖̘̝̯̍ͦͬ͛̿ͮ͒͊́̄̀͊ͥ͗̆̚͢t̸̡̡̳̮̖͎̘͙͙̝̩͈̠̺̯̜͈̦̄̇̇ͪ͗͗ͪ͑́͑ͣ̉̋͂ͭ͛̍̽̀̏ͦ̌̾̂ͪ̓ͪ̕͢͟͞͝ͅͅ͏̟̪͇͕̬̲͗̉͊͛̈́̒̀́͟ 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