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I'm currently imagining myself as the makeshift champyon daki, with Kiki spread eagle ontop of me, fully nude. It's a bit hot this time of year, so her skin is covered in a sheen of sweat that combines with my fabric as I take on her scent. A combination of her feminine vanillas body misty, with undertones of her more pungent womanly musk. My visage, a unclear smudge of what it once was, after many late night kisses, and gravity forcing her drool onto me while she sleeps. Wait, what's that? There is another fluid joining the mix. Is she dreaming those champyon dreams again? Like a sponge, I absorb both her bodily essence, and her love. I pray that she never washes me.
