Dark temptress make magics to cajole and strangle poor Gyges. LIke falling great heights, I am hit hard and lay broken and suffer. What playful malice is we needing for cultivation of the perfect. Sweetest hatred and wanting. Be cautious devil woman with taunting hips and smell good, for if revealed is your hunger beast I will conjure a beast greater. I must beware Medusa stare that make it hard. Earthquake will grab and wrestle as though one were child. Ancient daemons within shall slumber no more. The beast must be sated. You must listen to your boner. It has been ordained. The answer is to lick hard the diddle and sweet furious fuck. As the plates of earth twist and struggle, so shall Gyges and his trusting, vulnerable vixen. And if thy will be pure, and thy load be true, may it break open the earth and splatter proudly upon the faces of the gods. So says Lord Gyges of Lydia, the bearer of ornate ivory cockpiece. The tits. The cock. The magic pussy. Divine pact have we made, that our children's children may perform the power thrust beautifully, and spray their love through night and humble morning.

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