The woman I was is no longer distinct, but merely a faded reflection. My soul remembers, murmuring the truth between my denials, delivering the picture in my mind’s eye—distinct and very real. Yet, it is only a fleeting glimpse, present for a second and then gone. Rarely do I engage in such silly musing, but today the vision comes naturally. I can’t prevent it. When it’s gone, I’ll be left feeling cold and lonely wondering why I can’t be happy anymore.
The woman’s on her knees. Her body quakes with excitement. I have her ass in focus as I kneel behind her and target her anus with the head of this prick. Aimed and ready, it presses her slippery sphincter (they’ve coated it heavily with grease), then slowly slides inside, inching its way deep.
“Ah, yessssssss,” she purrs contentedly.
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