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Just the thought of it keeps me raging in the night, softly tickling my highly aroused nerve endings begging just to brush your chest, begging just to dip your pancake hardened nipples into my cavity, that half an inch of flesh working like the thickest cock...adoodledoo. I throb like hot, new fondue!
How many times lover have I reached my peak off of your bright red nipples note tonight? I lose count at 132. Each time it hits,
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Pour another beer across your chest Homer, and let me feel the sizzling carbonation mixed in with your stagnant sweat override my nervous system, depleting my dopamine for everything it has. FUCK ME, I scream, sliding wildly now across the sheen, basically colliding with Emotion itself, the warrior to take me away to that paradise I only find with you.
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