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your dread. I take my sweet symphony to my ears. Grass, I keep you on the brink, patient
of what's to come. I take my time, each thrust into your mouths, leaving you to endure your
punishment alone, ensuring your complete obedience. You won't disappoint me again. You are mine,
I'll get to come. The words of a patient makes you quiver, this level of dominance.