With the Author 3

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The feeling of becoming one existed as we yearned for each other and affectionately mixed our bodies in this place.

I approached with a much milder feeling than when I awakened as Dahaka.

“Honestly, I knew it would end up like this someday, but I didn’t think it would be today.”

“This is a little… Heuut?♥”

With our pussies pressed more firmly together, rather than a man pistoning back and forth, we turned our waists a little more from side to side and rubbed our pussies together in deeper contact.

With love.

With the feeling of truly and earnestly loving oneself.

We were mixing together.

“I know, right. It’s sex with oneself. Strictly speaking, you and I are black and white. It’s that kind of state, like cookies and cream.”...