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(censored) Fit Fuck the head of my cock pushes against the lips of your pussy you start to reach down; and I catch your arm... the warmth, the importance, the urgency... feeling the stalled doors of your temple, just before dawn relaxing a bit, and sliding... your lips give a way and I feel the slow friction of fucking each millimeter, each pore passing another feeling over full. allowing me, holding me taking forever to breach the channel the ends of my universe rubbing up against another every foot pound of pressure placed in my cock toes stretched, palms cinched as I try to force everything into a few square inches animal strength, steady pressure function, friction, fuck straining for reception straining into oblivion straining for everything, concentrating celebrating, anticipating until.... there is no more to go and I grab everything I've got and flare..... I swear I just felt you flick the tip groan..... it's time to move.............. this...just... before the morning dew...... there is no mood for "engorged" only erect.....hmmmmmmmmmm okay kids....leave me a crumb help me get on the board helloooooooo Australia |
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That was um, ah, er...very expressive!
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Hot, hot, so direct, so erect, going where no man has gone before. Not like that, not that way, not that deeply. Oh Keith.
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