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I love Hanabi. I want her to have dozens of kids with me like a dog. But she is not my ♥♥♥♥♥, rather I'm hers. I need her to milk me dry until I die of exhaustion, only to bring me back to life with a cute smile. I could never die, not when the most beautiful thing in history is staring right at me. But it's not just her face, everything about her is beautiful. Her voice is like an angels, but its effect is as if a succubus sang. It makes me hard as a pillar, reaching up to Olympus itself fueled only by my desire for her to ride it. Thighs. Her thighs. The smooth skin, the plumpness, the water in her splash art. She's only called Sparkle because of how my ♥♥♥ sparkles on her thighs. Oh my god I haven't even talked about her feet yet. I would lick lick lick her toes for days if they got anywhere near me. There is nothing crueler in this world than the fact that Hanabi isn't real, and that I can never put her child-bearing hips to use.

La conocí jugando al l4d, parecía amigable, jugábamos diario l4d, nos conocimos en persona y me llevó a su casa, llegando a su humilde morada de cartón me enseñó su cuarto, un olor a cola emanaba de ésta pero no presté atención aunque cada vez se volvía más intenso, empezamos a jugar l4d cuando de la nada me enseña un cumjar con una foto mía, me dijo que una corrida más y lo llenaba, procedí a vomitar y ésta sacó su miembro y ya que le excitó la idea de verme vomitar, escucharme arquear, no tardó mucho en venirse y llenar su cumjar, abandoné su humilde morada y juré jamas volver a entablar contacto con éste hasta el día de hoy que redacto mi historia con éste individuo ya que hoy me llego por paqueteria el cumjar.

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