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God I fantasize about Altare every night.
>I want Altare to sit on me, suffocating me until I can barely breathe, and just before I die from asphyxiation, Altare hands me a plastic straw from Chuck E. Cheese, from which i put my mouth on and try to breathe from.
>However, that straw is in his penis hole, and as for every atom of oxygen i intake, a liter of his penis juices pour into my mouth.
>As I shove my way from under his soul crushing thighs, I gasp for the air I so desperately need.
>Altare stares down at me with a smug look, saying "Are you tired? We've only just started".
>Altare pounds my face in with his dirty, worn out foot, which he violently presses into my submissive face.
>I take a hard lick of each individual toe, sucking out all the dirt collected from god knows where. After both of his feet are licked spotless, Altare holds me down, and crushes my neck with his immensely muscular thighs.
>I struggle to breath, and I even achieve a point of utter hallucination.
>As I begin to realize I am horridly close from perishing from asphyxiation, my penis explodes with semen, as if a volcano erupting, yet instead of lava hot, sticky cum poured from my worn out penis.
>I gave Altare a 50$ Pikachu card, and he smiles and says "Same time next week?"
