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... e oceans spread across existence, rivers of steaming cum rolling like tides that had no shore. Skies dripped. Stars melted into semen constellations. The air itself was heavy, wet, thick—every breath tasted of Kaito’s seed.
And at the center of this endless, dripping cosmos rose his throne.
Not carved of stone, not forged of metal. His throne was made of holes.
Cunts stacked upon cunts, pussies gaping wide, mouths moaning in unison. Wombs squirmed, stretched, and spilled ...
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