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Fuck It or Fuck You? The Art of Fucktivism.

In the dimly lit room, your heart races as anticipation builds. The air is thick with the scent of desire, and the rhythmic sound of arousal fills the space like a pulsing heartbeat. Your eyes are locked onto their target - that glistening, swollen shaft that stands erect and ready for action.

As your tongue traces the outline of their lips, you can feel the electricity coursing through both of you, like a current that's been waiting to be unleashed. You take a deep breath, feeling your own member stir in response, as if seeking out its mate. The moment has come; there is no turning back now.

With a soft moan, they part their lips, revealing the plump, inviting flesh that awaits your exploration. Your mouth opens wide, enveloping their member with eager desperation. You feel every vein and ridge, every twitch and spasm, as if you're mapping out this new terrain for the very first time.

As your tongue traces a path from base to tip, they begin to moan more loudly, the sound of pure pleasure filling the room. Their hips thrust forward instinctively, meeting your eager mouth with a fervor that matches your own. The rhythm becomes more intense, a dance between two bodies that are now one.

Suddenly, their hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer still. You feel the heat radiating from them, the sweat beading on their skin as they continue to ride the wave of passion. Your fingers dig into their hips, holding them steady while your mouth works tirelessly to bring them to the edge.

Their breathing becomes erratic, shallow gasps punctuating the sound of your relentless efforts. You can sense the tension building within them, and with a final, fierce thrust, they release, flooding your eager mouth with their hot, salty essence. Their body shudders against yours, every muscle tensing before collapsing into a heap of spent energy.

As you pull away from their now limp member, they look at you with a mix of gratitude and satisfaction. You exchange knowing glances - this was no ordinary encounter; it was an act of fucktivism, a demonstration of pure, unbridled passion. In that moment, you both understood the power of sexual expression, and the beauty of being able to say "Fuck It" without fear or judgement.