The Swamps

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His hot and sticky juices started to drip down his manhood, he caressed my cheek while slightly biting my earlobe. Then, shrek said "
— You've entered the wrong swamp. Tonight I'll make you scream like an ogre.

I try to back up and run but he pushes me deeper into the swamps shortening the distance beween our naked bodies.

SHREK SEMPAI Y-YAMETE -I never heard my voice sound like that before. Was it fear? No, something way worse.

He reached out to his green, throbbing member..

I started hearing quiet moans what progressively were becoming louder, and louder, and louder, AND LOUDER. It reached the point when I could not hear my own thoughts. The dorest and the swamp vibrated with that sour ripping noise.
  

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