#206004 - A groan from his Master, who recuperating from this extraordinary experience praised Daemon for his excellent skills on the matter, enticing him to go on by holding his head in place and envisaging his face with spit that slid down from forehead to chin in ways that his eyes beheld only tears as his mouth continued the job in deepthroating his well thick cock in surplus of the sweet precum that seeped into him from within. There lay a hallway where Daemon was ordered to crawl all the way down, past the thick of darkness in the midst of the hallway where stood a door with two eye holes that was dimmed by candlelight. We’re all taught to think that we have choices in life, but in truth choice is an abstract concept that plays no game with fate but only time.
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