With her both hands full, she endured,
Till her womb felt the pressure.
She knew, that she was served with more,
With her mouth full, she could not even cry.
Was it lust she had, or were the stakes that high,
Non of that mattered now,
With the body covered with every ounce
She was long swallowed,
That gluttonous sage,
Gone... Gone with every pleasure she got.
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