#195718 - My/Her hand lay gently on our moist mound, still wet from the evening's masturbation. I couldn't breath, I couldn't see, and yet, I didn't want to live--my only desire suddenly was to die and escape this. The warm wetness once again touched my cunt, but now not a rapist's seed or my own urine, but the gentle bath of this man--my last lover.
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