ArenaPeeach

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G***s, As I would like to be the panties that kisses your buttocks with their threads and that at the same time caress your vaginal lips every time you walk on the street. Thoughtful, whose love will make you rich. While I'm Here, wanting you like water to the earth, moving Desperate to soothe the dryness of your arid and thirsty skin. I wish it was he who penetrates you deep, as you moan like a wild animal in jealousy. I want to take a trip from your clit To your mountainous breasts. Let me come in your Dreams and fill you with my hot cum your desperate soul.

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Omit it to me more than what is omitted when it reaches and defines its aporia, it lights up a planet in the reverse of its day in the night of meaning. Not by hand: that does not enjoy, wounded, by Berninian arrow or by mania of abruptness, the dampened temple (of Venus, the second). Someday you will put lubricants or natural means between the edges with cunning prudence, or with salivated caution that attenuate the burning of your entrance: for of love and ardor in the annals of history the marriage is encrypted.

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I miss sex. All its aspects. All my respects. Perversion is understanding. Pushing your face into the vagina with your mouth full of aspirin and an unknown finger in your ass. And ten minutes later you sit in a taxi like nothing, legs crossed, hands on your lap. And yet the prefect lock of our necks, and his tongue on my neck and the constant warmth of his poreless skin can never revive.

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Pleasure is the experience that something, love someone, your love thing, love action, love feeling, love feels good, and involves the enjoyment of that. Sorry, I meant SEX.

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