Swan in flight

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Growing up, my twin sister and I always struggled about who was cooler, who had the nicer clothes, who was prettier. As we got aged we grew apart. She became more sexually adventurous and I became more harsh and tumble. While she began dressed in poor apparels I learned to have fun sports. We began to struggle over who was tougher. Obviously I am, but the silly still thinks she can finest me. A pal of mine told me about this guy. They said he's kinda brutal. He'd test anyone's tolerances. It didn't hurt that he loved pretty girls. He began by separating us. As much as we struggled we still enjoy each other, but he wished us to endure by ourselves. It was the very first torment. Each torture broke us a little. Our figures were in agony, but our minds were in ecstasy. It was difficult to comprehend what he was doing to us, but leisurely he broke down our defenses. He molded us into agony sluts. Then his final activity of torture cemented us as his property. He made us each jizm so firm we splooged all over his floor. I'm sure I splooged more!