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Oh, what splendor. It's as if a sacred ritual in the manner in which she brought her man's milk to spring forth. Her delicate fingertips likened to a thousand butterfly wings fluttering lovingly onto his swollen cock, ultimately overwhelming his restraint, and that which had been boiling deep within his loins he could hold back no longer,-- he showered his bride with plentiful seed and gratitude. Oh, what splendor.