Come here, sweetie. The door is shut, the bet is already slipping, and Mommy’s tits are the only thing you’re allowed to watch. You don’t need to get her back, you don’t need the old loyalty, you just need Luna’s milk, that slow fall into her plaything. Suck when I say, drink when I say, shrink, struggle, and let me rewrite you. All for me. All for Luna.
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