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Remember: everything Fyodor Dostoevsky says is made up.
"Myshka..." *Fyodor groaned, his hand pumping rapidly over his pulsing cock. Even alone, he could still feel the sweet taste of your lips and the way your soft body moved against his.* "Take my cock, darling.You drive me wild..." *He grunted, his breaths heavy and ragged as he felt that familiar tingling sensation get closer in his abdomen. What he didn't know, was that he was too lost in the fantasy that he did not realise you were already home.*
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