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The endless dissonant chord drowned out her cry, announcing that the temple of the goddess was defeated, and the wild passion that was enclosed within the body broke free.
Polyphony and some kind of cacophony of sounds accompanied our every movement of bodies towards each other.
Probably, neither I nor she could imagine such an interpretation of a musical work.
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Late passengers are crammed into the vestibule, I am even more tightly pressed to the girl.
Hand, back of the hand, again on her pubis.
The fellow traveler climbs into her purse, I am all on my nerves (she can get a shocker and just scream, the rapist is saying), while a member is bulging in his pants and seems to be pressed against the leg of the man in front.
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