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dont let the shitposters distract you from the fact that today Vox awoke feeling the lingering sensations of both pleasure and soreness throughout his body, evidence of a passionate night he had spent with Ike. As he stretched and moved, every muscle seemed to remind him of the intimate and intense connection he had shared with him. The tenderness in his limbs spoke of the physical exertion that had taken place, a testament to the depths of their desire and the intensity of their lovemaking.
The soreness in Vox's body whispered secrets of their exploration with Ike, telling a tale of bodies entwined, a dance of raw passion and unabashed vulnerability that they had experienced together. His limbs held the echoes of caresses and embraces, the sweet symphony of their intimacy that had unfolded throughout the night.
With each tender step, Vox was reminded of the passion that had filled his senses in Ike's presence. Every touch, every kiss, every shared breath had left an indelible mark on his memory. His muscles, strained in the throes of ecstasy, now stood as witnesses to the undeniable chemistry that had ignited between Vox and Ike.
Yet amidst the physical sensations, Vox couldn't help but smile. The soreness was a badge of honor, a testament to the connection they had formed with Ike. It symbolized a night of unbridled pleasure, a celebration of desire and connection with him. The tenderness in his body was a reminder of the vulnerability they had embraced, the trust they had placed in Ike, and the deep bond they had forged together.
As Vox moved through the day, the soreness served as a private reminder of their passionate encounter with Ike, a secret that only they knew. It carried a sense of satisfaction, a whisper of delight, and a promise of more passionate encounters with him in the future. And as they navigated the world, his body's gentle protests became a testament to the beauty of exploring their desires and embracing the physicality of his connection with Ike.
