Your fixation on me borders on the absurd, reaching a point where even my saliva becomes an object of your adoration. You’d empty your pockets just for a taste of it, wouldn’t you? Imagine my luscious lips parting, releasing droplets of my divine essence, a liquid sacrament to your devotion. Stroke as you envisage the sensation of my spit cascading down your throat, an act of worship reserved solely for you, my devoted disciple.
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