Charade of Freedom

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susansnow
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He came quickly today. Had somewhere to be at one. I sucked and wished it would be okay to sit on his prick. And rise and sit and rise. I touched his right side as I sucked, the proper catalyst I guess for ejaculation. Not before I nibbled his nuts and licked all but his asshole. He bellowed for the first time ever. It was thick in my mouth but sweet. He mentioned after that 'it was quick.' I reminded him that I complied with his earlier request. I want to fuck him. This charade of freedom. I don't know his name. I only know he brags about getting ounces of weed for free. He brings some most times but has learned that I couldn't care less about the bud. I want to kiss him. Up and down his chest and belly. It isn't like that. I barely move above the waist. I'm ready to dance the seven veils. I feel her coming on. Ready to breathe those shallow breaths again. To again kneel!

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