If you can fuck it, it's not food. It had kept us dangerously low. Like you said, no conflicts, no inner struggles. You move when I say you move.
Fine, you want to split hairs, we can do that. Of him pushed inside me as far as he could go, of him sliding in and out of my body, of him stroking ove I thought as my servant he'd be less able to do that, not more. I wanted him off of me.
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