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Moments ago he stood over me triumphant to briefly enjoy his victory of feeling alive while I died in a cumming manner, and as he made the mistake of rising his sword over his next enemy, I wondered as I expired with a huff of air and a grunt of pain and pleasure as I blasted the last cum from my manly and uncut hose, if he would win victorious. He showed me no mercy though I shook my head. Someone I saw that he and his next enemy rolled each other against the tree, each trying to stab the other in that hot spot of feeling, the belly buddon! I felt excited by whomever would get it there, my killer, who I secretly loved and wished had kissed my mouth and jerked my man sword as I lay there dying with his metal sword in me or this new cummer, who was a different kind of hotness...maybe both would get it in their navels! That would hawt!
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