I walk into a jewellery shop looking for a gift for a relative. You're very helpful, showing me what I'm looking for. You know you engage in the usual chit-chat with a store assistant, right? Its quiet in the store, how's the day going? Have you worked here long? The Weather etc. But you recognise my voice from somewhere. Do you know me? Did we go to the same school? Have we worked at a company together? No. That voice is very familiar to you. It dawns on you that you know where that voice is from. Those audios that you listen to on Reddit. But you're not shy. You know who I am and you know what I do. So you ask, are you Donagon? Are you that guy from Reddit? You recognise me. I can't believe this is happening. This is a fear that I've had, to be recognised. You're very persistent in finding out why I create audios. How do I make the magic? You twist my arm for a while, and I realise that you're not going to stop. So, after I'm finished purchasing my items, I tell you what... Let's go down to the café at the end of the street, and I'll tell you everything that you want to know. But I warn you, you need to be careful asking questions about what I do. I'm not going to spoil the rest of this particular audio, as it is very unique, but I do want to mention one thing. What happens after 35 minutes of steam and tension boiling? 40 minutes of sex, moans and desperation. Kissing. Cunnilingus. Sitting on my face. Riding me. Missionary. From Behind. You've heard my voice in your ear many times, haven't you? How would you feel hearing my voice inches away from your ear while I fuck you?