When the Machine Fucks the Weak Spot 1
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Cold metal. Warm skin. It finds the center — that soft spot — and presses deeper, harder, without pause. The machine doesn't ask. It invades. It owns. Your navel becomes more than just a detail — it becomes the target. And under pressure, even flesh gives in. To be continued.
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