His own body had sold him out.  That implant reading him  ..  his every craving  ..  betraying his weak spots.  How best to get to him  ..  what turned him on.  How to put the squeeze on him.
His own body passing back the messages  ..  he’d never get release  ..  never let go his overpowering lusts.
His own body selling him down the river.  Betraying when he might just bust the banks  ..  in just that last nano-second when he thought it might cum.
His own body.  It could read himself too well


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