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ctuna57
ctuna57
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Do you know what you do to me?

I don’t quite think you do,
not everything, not always
not the way you should
not the way I want you to.

Do you know that my heart races
at the sight of “online”,
that I start to tingle at the sound
of your voice?

Do you know that my knees
go weak at your touch,
or that my stomach jumps
when you kiss me?

Do you know that the feel
of your tongue tangling with
mine does fabulous things
to my mind?

Do you know that your hands
on my body is the most
incredible feeling I have
ever felt in my life?

Do you know that the sight
of your glorious cock
straining towards me, wanting me,
makes my juices start to flow?

Do you know that when you
nuzzle my pussy it is all I
can do not to yell to world
how magnificent I feel?

Do you know that as you enter me,
I am taken to the plateau that
women have ached for, since
the beginning to man?

Do you know that when I cum
it is the most intense release
that I have experienced ever
in my life?

Do you know that as you keep
hammering into me and turn me
over, that the animalistic nature
of us is joyous?

Do you know that the sounds
you make when you cum is
music to my ears, because I
am the cause of it?

Do you know what you do to me?

Do you?

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