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"You think you can resist me, little one?" the man growls, pulling the pillow closer. His eyes, wild with desire, devour the curves of his imaginary partner. He grinds against the pillow, his big cock leaving a wet trail on the fabric. "You can't," he hisses, his voice a sexy rasp. The pillow, a substitute for the woman he craves, takes his punishment, absorbing his lust. His hands roam, squeezing, caressing, until he can't hold back any longer. With a final thrust, he spills his seed, marking the pillow as his.