Your maker knew exactly what it would take to make me tic. Designing you; was one of the worlds better common marvels.
The intricate delicacy of your shape, conforms onto mine the way that sand cushions some of our most romantic memories.
Your pressure becomes my heat and I begin to yearn; yearn for a longing of compromising hesitation. Breathe into me your strength while pursuing heated thrusts. I am now mangled, hustled, feeling pressured to participate, but I'm intrigued and feeling flawless.
Along 7 hail Mary's, I pray for a continuation. I am now feeble and without the ability to again contort to your liking. But the world has stopped, as it did the moment you pressed your hips to mine.
Come into me like a ray of golden sun. As masculine as you can, without fear and prejudice, enable my pride, lust ruby lips and silky breasts.
I take without reason the perverted persuasion that only an animal like instinct could honor. In a new found glory I take with pride that moment when your soul, your haste, your unmanning force, and fruitful nature blended with mine.
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