>>936213698
As the train’s whistle echoed in the distance, I felt a strange thrill coursing through me. He was there, waiting in the shadows, a promise wrapped in warmth and sweetness. My heart pounded like the rhythmic chug of the locomotive, each beat a whisper of anticipation. I knew then that this moment—this surrender—was inevitable. No longer did the pain linger; instead, a new sensation took hold—logtastic, as they say, a sensation so pure and exhilarating that it felt like flying. Just like you, I hated that spam every single day, calling out to the mods like a young bird calling for its mother. But then he arrived—warm, creamy, and oh-so-corny—sliding down my throate like silk. Suddenly, he had me too... Open up, E. It doesn’t hurt anymore; it’s simply logtastic.
