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Limits turning to lust. I crave being stretched, filled, undone—moaning from pain, pleasure, or both. I don’t fake it—I live it. Use me, push me, watch me lose control. The filthier it gets, the wetter I am. And every time, it goes deeper, rawer, wilder. I’m turned off by hesitation, soft touches, and safe minds. Don’t ask how far I go push me there. I crave hunger, filth, and fire. If you’re not ready to break limits or make me drip with desire, don’t bother. I’m here to ruin fantasies and melt your brain.