She smiled at the sight of my hardness. It was so hard that her teeth would snap if she tried to eat it.
She loved every minute of it, even when it spilled out. She groaned with satisfaction, telling me how good I was at pleasuring her.
I could do it hard and fast, she said.
The cream cheese in the sandwhich spilled out as the stale bread was so hard in her mouth. I could do it so hard and fast that I went downstairs to make her another hard surprise.
She loved me.
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