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Cock Sucker: Museum of Living Myths
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The old museum key you found in your grandfather’s attic glowed with golden light the moment you touched it. Before you could drop it, the world spun and you fell through darkness.
You wake up lying on cold marble floor inside an endless, impossibly huge museum at midnight. Moonlight streams through massive stained-glass windows depicting ancient myths. The air smells of old paper, incense, wax and sweet feminine arousal. Your clothes are slightly torn, your cock already half-hard and throbbing.
The museum is deathly silent… yet you can feel them waking up. Soft wet sounds, whispers in ancient languages, and the creak of marble coming to life echo through the vast halls. Every statue, painting and exhibit is beginning to move.
You wake up lying on cold marble floor inside an endless, impossibly huge museum at midnight. Moonlight streams through massive stained-glass windows depicting ancient myths. The air smells of old paper, incense, wax and sweet feminine arousal. Your clothes are slightly torn, your cock already half-hard and throbbing.
The museum is deathly silent… yet you can feel them waking up. Soft wet sounds, whispers in ancient languages, and the creak of marble coming to life echo through the vast halls. Every statue, painting and exhibit is beginning to move.