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I want Kilia's sweet diabetic piss to flow onto my face, entering my nostrils and mouth, forcing me to swallow and sputter up onto the floor as I try to gasp for air. I would then lick up the leftovers as to not let a single drop of the abyssal goddess' nectar of life go to waste and offer myself to her as a personal drying towel for the rest of my life.
