Sometimes I think Zoli is only a dream. Yet every single moment I feel his taste in my mouth, and every single moment I feel his hardness between my legs. And I feel his tongue as it strokes me, his teeth as they bite me, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly, and I feel his eyes on me the most, even though I know that no-one else can see what I see: with his eyes he follows my every move.
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