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"By three they come. By three, thy way opens. By the blood of the willing, we call thee home."

Kneeling blindfolded, his hand resting heavily on my head, he pressed the tip of his thick cock against my exposed tongue. The stench coming off him was overpowering: a raw, musky blend of sweat, piss, and old seed, fermented together into a rank masculine musk.