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I want Nami to get so fed up with Dark Souls that her pent up frustration from Shenmue finally overflows and she slaps me across the face hard enough that one of her huge sweaty tits pops out of her bra. Then while I'm still dazed she grabs my head and rapes my mouth with her tongue while sucking all the oxygen out of my lungs, and only letting me breathe the increasingly depleted air that she exhales back into me. Then as my consciousness begins to fade she pulls away to spit in my mouth, but I choke on it because I'm gasping for breath. Coughing and still recovering from oxygen deprivation, I am easily yet no less roughly shoved onto my back, and only faintly aware of her positioning herself between my legs as she pulls me towards her so my torso rests on her thighs. As I swallow her spit, I finally notice the absence of our clothes. But the moment of clarity is short lived, as my innocence is completely enveloped in her obscene breasts. Through the shock, I can feel the clamminess of her sweat, but it quickly warms. The greedy undulations of her flesh demand my vitality, and my body is powerless to disobey. I erupt, but only one scant rope escapes onto her collarbone. The rest remains trapped in the abyssal depths of her cleavage, betraying me as she uses it to continue milking me with barely a moment's reprieve to admire her own handiwork. I finally lose my grip on consciousness. The last thing I hear as I slip away is her laugh ringing out as she drains me again...
