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Maybe she'll believe if I let her thighs touch the side of my face as I taste that very sweet place..Maybe she wont ask so many questions if I show her body a sensual inspection..trying to reach perfection during this lesson..Like if I had a cold she'd be begging to share my infection..placing that warm wet thing between my lips between her hips..tasting her like that and like this my flesh she grips..sometimes we get so very sensuous we dont care who witness it..some call it devilish I call it heaven sent..our time couldnt be better spent..something like the rest of the world irrelevent..she must have magical tendencies so helpless does she render me..my very own deity daily thanking God for this delivery..maybe she still won't believe till im down on one knee offering all my money then she runs off on me..aint life funny..

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