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"There's nothing wrong with this," she whispered, squeezing her soft thighs tightly around her brother's throbbing cock. "It doesn't even count..." #incest #brothersister #slut #brosis #sibling #familyincest #taboo #wincest #nsfwtwt #incesto #hermana

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Holy shit, what do I even say. There's so much to talk about yet it feels like nothing I could say would convey everything i wanted to. Phrolova's backstory is so harrowing and I can't help but agree with her to a degree. She's right, Rover can't fully comprehend the fragility of human life and the obsession to solve a problem because she has eternal youth, no time limit restricting her, Phrolova really threw her entire life and body away for the sake of a promise she made a century ago and the only thing she wants is to bring her family back even if it means letting the Fractsidus or others use her. For a main antagonist it's been a really long journey to get here and be able to understand her motives and actions and the wait was worth it. Her Violin/ability to conduct ties beautifully with the themes of the story, resonation, frequencies, reverberations of life that ripple like waves, beautiful, tragic and entirely fitting. I'm sure we'll learn more about the other members as well, but good luck topping this. I can't even hate or blame her actions, what happened to her is despicable and Rover is the one who gave her the words to act upon, but unlike Rover she doesn't have eons to "start over" and Phrolova is the antithesis to her because she refused to forget about the people she loved and the bonds she had. I like this a lot, it feels like the first real example of Rover, at least in a way. Possibly being in the wrong, even if Phrolova's method to achieve her goal are wrong as well. What a fucking quest

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40,576 views • 3 months ago

You invite vayne to a date on the beach. she says no. you don't ask why. three days later she shows up at your door with a duffel bag and says "lets go" you don't question it. you drive in silence. the aroma of salty air starts leaking through the cracked window an hour before you arrive. she watches the side mirror the entire drive like someone's going to follow you to a public beach on a saturday. you pull into the lot. she doesn't get out of the car. the ocean is loud even through the windshield. waves breaking in slow rolling booms. gulls somewhere. kids laughing down the shoreline. she's staring at the water like it's something she was sent to kill. "change of plans" she says. you wait. she grips the strap of the duffel bag tighter. her knuckles go pale. "i can't swim" you blink. the demon hunter. the woman who has slain demons with her crossbow in total darkness. cannot swim. you try not to smile. she sees you try not to smile. "say one word and i'm walking home" you don't say a word. she gets out of the car. slams the door harder than she needs to. her swimsuit is black. of course it's black. she'd wear tactical gear to the beach if they made it in swim fabric. her crossbow is in the duffel bag. you know it's in the duffel bag. she knows you know. the sand is hot under your feet. the wind pulls at her hair and she keeps pushing it back with irritation. you walk her down to the shore. she stops where the water touches her toes and doesn't move. a wave comes in and wraps around her ankles and pulls back and she watches the sand shift under her feet like the earth just betrayed her. "this is stupid" you say "we don't have to" "i said we're doing it" the sun is directly overhead. your shadow is small. you can smell the salt on her skin already. sunscreen she definitely applied angrily in the car. you hold out your hand. she looks at it for a long second. then she reluctantly takes it. her grip is tighter than it needs to be. her palm is warm. you can feel her pulse in her thumb. you walk in together. knee deep. the water is cold enough to make her inhale sharply. she doesn't complain. she doesn't complain about anything ever. waist deep. a small wave hits her hip and she tightens her grip on you. you pretend not to notice. chest deep. her breathing changes. she grabs your shoulder with her free hand. hard enough that you'll have a mark tomorrow. "i don't like this" you tell her to lean back. you'll hold her. you've got her. she doesn't lean back. "i don't lean back. ever" you say "i know. that's the problem" she looks deep into your eyes as if staring into your soul. the water is moving around both of you in slow pulses. her hair is wet at the ends from where it dipped in. there's salt drying on her cheekbones. her eyes are the color they always are but they look different in this light. less like something hunting you. more like something that hasn't slept in years. long pause. then she leans back. slowly. an inch at a time. like she's disarming a trap that could go off under her. your hand slides under her back. the other cups the back of her neck. her hair spreads out around her in the water. her whole body tightening. she's staring straight up at the sky. "if i drown i'm coming back to kill you" you tell her she's floating. "i know i'm floating. i can feel it" her voice is different. quieter. softer than the voice she uses in the world. you've never heard it. the sun is on her face. her eyelashes are wet and clumped. a single drop of seawater slides from her temple down into her hair. she doesn't flinch. you keep your hand under her even though she doesn't need it anymore. she doesn't tell you to move it. minutes pass. you're not sure how many. then a bigger wave rolls in from behind you. she feels it before she sees it. she panics. snaps upright. both arms around your neck. her face buried in the crook of your shoulder. her whole body pressed against yours in the water. you can feel her heart beating against your chest. you hold her. the wave passes under both of you and keeps going. neither of you moves. you can hear her breathing. slow and shaky. her fingers are tangled at the back of your neck. the ocean sounds further away than it did a minute ago. she smells like salt and sun and something underneath that you don't have a word for. she doesn't let go for a long time. when she finally does she pushes away like she just realized what she was doing. her face is flushed from something that isn't the sun. she won't look at you. she starts walking back to shore without a word. the water breaks around her waist then her knees then her ankles. you follow. on the sand she towels off aggressively. attacks her hair like it insulted her personally. the sun is lower now. gold on the water behind her. kids are still laughing somewhere down the beach. she won't make eye contact. then she says "we're doing this again" she doesn't ask. she tells. "and don't tell ANYONE what you just saw" Study the Saskio way

Tony Chau

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🚨SHOCKING: Candace Owens Just ENDED Ben Shapiro's Career With One Brutal Analogy —Exposing Him as a Bitter Slave Owner Watching Her Thrive After Escaping His Plantation 🔥 She compared him to a bitter slave owner watching his escaped slave thrive and succeed despite everything he did to destroy her. And she's NOT wrong. Listen to this takedown: Ben fired her, tried to ruin her reputation, pressured donors to blacklist her from TPUSA events, paid big money to buy his way onto AmFest stages, leaked smears, sued her over nothing, sent interns to stalk her... all because she dared call him out and took the high road. Petty doesn't even cover it. He even booked Thomas Sowell (her idol) just to hurt her feelings after she refused to feed the drama mob. Then the ultimate humiliation: That leaked Daily Wire "town hall" where they paraded her "crimes" (like saying "genocide is always wrong" and "Christ is King") in front of 300 employees like a public slave whipping. But she escaped the plantation, built her own empire, and is more successful than ever. Ben can't stand it – he's still chasing her name for clout. Candace: "You're an imposter, Ben. You buy friends, staff audiences to cheer for you, and hide behind donors. The world sees you for the weasel you are." Be sure to FOLLOW Candace Owens and go watch her FULL episode form today. I'll drop the link in the comments below. This is the most savage conservative beef ever. Who's winning? Drop your thoughts 👇

Project Constitution

129,535 views • 9 months ago

Erika Kirk Now, I don't know if she had Charlie unalived or participated in the assassination somehow and I don't plan on speculating on that. HOWEVER, Erika's public speaking doesn't help her case AT ALL. I don't know if it's her personality or not but every speech sounds unnatural. Not unnatural in the sense that she wrote it but in the sense that someone else wrote it and it doesn't resonate with her. Nothing she says seems to come from the heart. It all seems contrived and too calculated. And whoever is her ghost writer should be fired. Every time she opens her mouth she becomes more and more unlikeable. Scripts keep things under control with predictable outcomes, so I get it. But for once, she should scrap the script and tell the people how she really feels. She come off the cuff (if she has those skills) and speak from the heart, even if it comes off vulgar. As it stands now, it appears as if she has no heart. My guess is her team doesn't want her to do that because they are afraid she may blunder and create bad PR. But she's already deep in the well on that, so, she has nothing to lose. The thing about humans is, even if they don't agree with you, authenticity tends to get respect. So, an off-the-cuff speech might not sit well with many, but at least they'll respect her gangsta. The strategy they've chosen for Erilka is all wrong. The people around her can't guide her through this. I don't think they have the experience or brain power. Maybe Charlie was the only brilliant mind at TPUSA. Here's the thing...We don't know Erika. We know Charlie. But most of us never even knew what Charlie's wife looked like. So, all we have to judge her on is her content. And it's NOT looking good. In the latest viral clip, Erika is wearing all black like some sort of rogue mercenary. Whose idea was that? If I were in her corner, I would have advised her to look as feminine as possible while going scorched earth with her messaging. Instead of the black assassin outfit, a white dress would have been more suitable. It would make it much easier to win the people over because her current image comes off cold, masculine, and brash. As far as Candace and Druski go, they would have gotten none of my direct attention. I would be more focused on the work and tuning out the distractions. Feeding into them only makes them stronger and Erika's image weaker. When Erika responded to Candace, it only made Candy more powerful...and to her fans, more credible. THAT was a fatal error. But if I were on her team, I would tell her to STOP! Cease all public appearances and podcasts for the foreseeable future, and rebrand as a mother. Go on vacation, take some time off, and reset. Unless...you're trying to win a Griftie. And in that case...Good luck!

Hotep Jesus

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