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You caught your son at it. Your daughter told
me how she does it all the time. The first

time I tried it I was shocked to behold
how I must look to others. “I’m the worst,

grotesque naked. No one wants to see this.”
But you did. That also shocked me. “xHARDxCOREx

Camwhore,” you teased, half a world away. Bliss
didn’t feel like I’d hoped it would as more

and more cum splattered on my thigh. “Maybe
one day,”
you replied when I asked you why

you weren’t nude too. That’s fair. As safe sex goes
it’s dope, but for you, I see, not guilt-free.

Without bliss all this is absurd; like my
O-mouth, my shaking hips, my curling toes.