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Listen with your eyes...feel my strokes with your thoughts let your skin mesh with mine...lets create a passion pool....falling from your chest...to my neck....let the ice do its job...all of the heat sits behind your tight little 
knob.... it took awhile to find it..not a problem at all...listen to me carefully...taking it slow makes the clit throb......pressure begins to build..now that's my fault...i ease back...just waiting for the water to fall...right before it cums... Mr.Curve is who i call.... standing like a statue...big balls and all....i push your legs back...but not too far..i want you too feel all of me..like we are in the backseat of a car...dripping down my balls...the feeling gives me a rush..deep deep deep..is what i give..i'm just counting your nuts...deep deep deep...i'm hitting everything inside...its ok to cuss....deep deep deep...sh!t i'm in the grove now i hope i don't bust....deep deep deep...f$ck it ...new position...i just put you in the buck...your feet are close together like twins from birth,,i wrap my arm around your legs...i love to feel you squirt...slow down you say..naw baby let me finish giving you this work..right before your about to explode..i pull out first...then i go down and suck the tip of your pearl...no energy left..pleasure for sure...who made this mess..nobody but the tongue and MR. Curve