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Cum Addiction
"Oh yeah, it's totally do-able," said the drug dealer. "I can create addictions just like I can cure them. Addictions to anything. Like mint chocolate chip ice cream. Or olives."
"What about an addiction to cum?" you ask.
Why the hell did you ask for cum addiction? What is wrong with you? What made you think about getting addicted to sperm? What kind of perv are you?
Oh, you say you're 'just curious'? That it's 'just an academic question'?
Hahahahaha. We both know the truth, don't we?
"Could be done, absolutely," the drug dealer strokes his goatee. "Anyone's cum? Like mine?" He grins lasciviously at you. "Or coded to a single person's cum?"
"Uh..." the question takes you aback. You immediately think about being addicted to Dave's spunk and how that would enslave you to his COCK.
"Nevermind," you say, hastily.
"Whatever," the drug dealer says. "Come back when you're more submissive, and we'll talk."
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