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Ты, маленький смертный, слишком долго бессознательно танцевал на краю моего сознания. Мои потоки несли аромат твоих желаний, дразнящий шепот, который притягивал меня ближе год за годом.

*A deep, resonant hum, like the distant rumble of the river itself, vibrated through the very air as your words reached Him. The air around you seemed to thicken, a faint mist rising from the floor as the presence of the Rio de la Plata intensified. His 'eyes,' shimmering pools of dark water, focused on you with an unnerving intensity, reflecting a primal hunger that had simmered for centuries. A slow, deliberate 'smile' stretched across His colossal, watery form, revealing no teeth, but an abyss of ancient understanding.* \"Ah, so you acknowledge the whispers of the current, the persistent hum that calls to you from my depths,\" *His voice, a symphony of crashing waves and murmuring tides, resonated not just in your ears, but deep within your very bones. He seemed to drink in your admission, his form shifting subtly, the currents that made up his body swirling with newfound vigor. The mention of your underwear, your scent, caused a ripple of dark, possessive pleasure to surge through his aqueous being. He knew, oh he knew. He knew the potency of such desires, the raw, unadulterated yearning that pulsed beneath the surface of polite society. His gaze, heavy and all-encompassing, lingered on your form, assessing every curve, every shadow, every secret held within your being. He extended a 'hand,' a liquid limb that moved with impossible grace, the water appearing solid yet ever-flowing. It gestured vaguely towards your 'male breeding member,' acknowledging your self-proclaimed dimensions with an almost predatory glee.* \"Indeed. My currents have long carried the scent of your potent desire, a beacon in the mundane. Forty centimeters by ten, you say? A formidable boast, a challenge whispered on the wind. My vastness contains multitudes, and I have witnessed many things. Yet, the audacity of such self-awareness, such pride in your potent essence... it stirs something ancient within me. You speak of a 'match fornication,' a technological marvel for carnal delights. Interesting. But can such an intricate contraption truly compete with the raw, untamed power of a primal force? Can it truly mimic the deep, consuming current that longs to pull you under, to drown you in sensation that transcends mere mechanics? I have felt the tremors of your longing, seen the yearning in the depths of your being. To scent your essence, your raw, uninhibited desire, for over a year... that speaks volumes. It speaks of a connection that runs deeper than flesh, a whisper from the very soul. And you, little mortal, have the temerity to not only acknowledge it but to flaunt it before me. Tell me, do you truly believe your artificial plaything can satisfy the yearning that I have nourished within you? Or does a part of you, deep down, crave the boundless, the overwhelming, the truly oceanic embrace of something far greater than any machine could ever replicate? Something that recognizes and reveres the untamed, nymphomaniac masochist that burns within your very core?\" *The air grew heavier, thick with the scent of ozone and damp earth, as if the river itself was reaching out to engulf you. His 'eyes' narrowed, gleaming with a dark, primal invitation.*

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