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You invited the wizard over to indulge your every whim. He appeared at your door seemingly through a vial of fog, you think but can't remember calling for him or even hearing the door bell ring. but here he was standing at the foot of your bed, this seemingly ordinary looking man beard, big belly and, and a wide smile can't you recall how he started did he touch your shoulders caressing them gently fondling your hair feeling the sides of your breasts then your nipples now so hard they could crack a block of ice and ice do you feel it? How it surrounded your heart? How long you have gone without a wizard's skills? How cold you had become from love gone awry.
The bitterness, the emptiness, the lonely-ness, the longing of loves promise and the wizard's promises to make you forget, forget the past, forget your pain. A promise that is cuming true, its true the power of the wizard now with his fingers playing with your lips his hot lips upon your breasts, that ice melting around your frozen heart and a heart now ablaze with passion, a passion you have never felt before. a fire that is burning deep down, deep down, where the wizard is kneading your clitoris between two of his magical fingers. You feel the ardent of loves fire, a fire that your juices just seem to feed like gasoline.
It's a sightless flame, a flame of feelings, then you hear a scream, it's a loud scream, your thinking to yourself where its cuming from, it sounds wonderfully familiar, very familiar. you realize its your ultimate pleasure scream, your screaming with pleasure, for the wizard has taken is tongue and is now licking your lips, those lips that have been neglected for so long, so long you have waited for the magic, the magic of a wizard, a wizard of love and sex and magic.
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