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| I love the feel of myself being stretched open and stuffed. The desire to be stretched is so deeply ingrained in me that the thought of it consumes my mind each day when I know I should be thinking about more important things. I love the feel of a man's fist stretching me to the widest point of his hand before slipping in past his wrist. I love the sensation of my nipples being stretched as they're pumped up until they're nice and puffy.
I love to be full.
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