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The shroud slowly slid from a dark mountain of long disheveled hair to reveal two large black eyes made prominent by her pale white complexion. Every night after midnight, Mr. Stan hurriedly pulled his sheathed tazer and raced towards the trembling figure. “Please don’t. Stan fingered his phone nervously, wondering if his security chief would believe or terminate him. “I thirst,” she mumbled with a barely audible voice. The rush of cool air on his genitals was quickly replaced by the unmistakable warm and wet suction of an experienced mouth magician. . Months of stored sperm were completely consumed by his hungry guest as she murmured her approval. Weeks of rejection eventually sapped his hopes, and found him slowly climbing the stairs to his second floor flat where beer, bologna, and bread awaited his palate and darkened windows and an overstuffed mattress promised rest to his aching torso.
