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I want this reaper's big, thick futa cock. I want to run my tongue across her girly urethra, down her frenulum, along her throbbing shaft as I start to take the tip into my mouth. I want to taste those first few drops of sweet virginal precum oozing onto the back of my tongue and slithering down my throat. I want to close my lips around her strong & thick reaper dick, look up at her, and respond to her embarrassed expression with a smug eye-smile. I want to gently begin bobbing my head back and forth, applying hot, wet pressure with my slutty tongue; sucking her off in earnest. I want to hear her forced manly grunts get replaced by girly moans as she loses herself utterly to her first blowjob. I want to see her close her eyes, lost in pleasure, only to wrench them open in surprise and bliss when I take her into my throat with one particularly firm thrust. I want the sheer girth of her powerful futa reaper cock to overwhelm me, to stretch me out to my breaking point, while that idiot incel reaper remains blissfully unaware of the sickeningly sweet torture I'm under. I want to choke half to death when her primal instincts take over and she starts ramming forward, desperate in her hunger, chasing this feeling of carnal pleasure — fucking my neck like a ¥300 onahole. I want to RIP on her cock. I want my last conscious sensory experience to be the rush of reaper semen blasting into my guts. I want my terminal brain, neurons fried by the sexual overload, to cum, confused and afraid, even as the whole world turns to black.
La petite mort.
R.I.P.