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Anyone can easily make me in any acrobatic pose they want. I could sing sweet lullabies to him in my soft voice, or dirty words, if that’s what he wanted. The easy is me, not the pose. He pulled out his finger and raised one eyebrow at the shiny, slippery, slimy fluid that clung to its tip and trailed after it. But he shoved the delicious nectar on his finger straight into my mouth, didn’t know what he was missing as I sucked my sweet-salty-tart juice from his finger. As he drove hard with twisting my soft lips in and out, he was mumbling heavy curses to me to stroke his sacks. The man was telling my dad what position he wanted to take me in.