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We told you it was just cheese… Now you're bound to our chair, cock jutting out like a desperate offering. Alice unwraps the ripe camembert; the stinky rind kisses your shaft as we smear thick, creamy layers from balls to tip. Feel that cool, sticky slide? We massage it in, slow circles, letting the funk mingle with your precum. Every stroke squishes louder; the room reeks of dairy and arousal. We lean close, breath hot on your cheese-slick head: “Spurt on the cheese, slave. Cover that wheel with your cum.” You throb, we giggle, rubbing harder till white ropes explode across the cracked rind