Surprise!

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The sexual strength of a man is not measured by the size of a guy's dick but by what he is capable of with his body and especially his tongue. If she hasn't felt real love and you know how to fuck, yes you're good. She found out that he had it all; his hammer was the largest she has seen. It curved like a handle of a mug, with a mini umbrella at the end. She felt like she was about to create a storm on that umbrella. His pants haven't even left his body yet and she was on him like glue; they were still around his ankle, and she just could not wait. She shoved him back on the bed; she bit the tip of his dick. Such a sensation made him grab the bed sheets in great contentment. You could see the pimples on his leg stand up. She was an amateur, but she could take porn stars look like cults. She grabbed his penis with her thick fingers; they could barely fit around it. She then started to lick the veins standing up on it. The rush of blood through those veins increased as she massaged them with her sodden tongue. Whether you like it or not, the feeling of a wet tongue running along the holy grail of your body would make you feel weak and helpless, some type of slavery shit. Barely able to put half of it in her mouth she still tried to cover it. He could feel her vocal cord tremble as she chokes. His feet left his pants as he shimmies his way to take control; tired of feeling helpless, wanting to show her what it means to be seized and imprisoned by pleasure. He grabbed her, one hand on her shoulder on her head. He bobbed her head up and down his dick as she creates a mess with her mouth. As he went further he began to exert his power even more, flipping her on her back preparing for the art and act of cunnilingus. He bounded her hands with her the sheets on the bed, tying each hand to the bed head. She began to resist, she wants to make him work for it, and a struggle makes it fun; she kick him she even, pull him closer with her feet to bite him. He grew covetous and was tired of all this fooling around, he wanted to punish her and make her feel the pain of pleasure. He pulled the sheets tighter around her wrist. And bounded her legs as well, she was left only able to steer at the keen look in his eye, she could see that itchy to take a deep breath and dive in. Spread your legs it's time for his tongue to be fed. Tonight he is going to make you reach a height were the skies won't catch you. As he reaches your navel with his tongue, he was ready to reach something unattainable. "Joie De Vivre." As your eyes roll back, he got you to scream loud enough to wake up the dead. He rolled his tongue all over her clit, rubbing his finger all around and up and down the tip of her nipples.

As he peeks into her nature, she lost it, her toe curled it was mission accomplished as her heart increase and her vagina began to talk. See the showed it feels better when she let it all go and relax; it is easy to get caught up in the moment. Her juices started to flow; He didn't need a spoon to divulge the mysteries her whole possesses. His tongue and fingers were just enough to move around and to pick and refuse, to create excitement and devour her vagina.

When a girl finds a man who knows how to veer her clit with his fingers and emulate it with his tongue and dick, she will devote her sexual life to him. As his tongue massaged her clit, he slowly creates heat between her legs as his hand rubbed along the stubbles of the skin jaw of her vagina. Sure a guy loves smooth skin but, he is too deep in the juices to even care. He slides his tongue deeper and deeper to reach that special spot; you the a melting pot. She filled his mouth with sweet juices until he could talk. But he never need to talk she was making enough noises, with her moaning and groaning and her vagina farting. You know it's good when the pussy makes noises of its own. He finally released the sheets from her body; you could see the red markings around her wrist because of her joyful movements.

It was time to show her who he was, Who I Was?

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