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Yes, the years passed. And the loneliness blackfinger, and the guilt building inside of me, leaving me more empty than her. But now I had a plan, one blackfinger to black set everything right. One to end my free pain black. One that would finger girl serve irony up on a finger grand platter. One that would be blackfinger her unspoken just retribution blackfinger if that spark still invisibly burned behind finger girl those glass eyes.
I pumped my hard cock finger girl into her perfect pussy. She lubricated perfectly. The girl muscles between her legs black applied the perfect pressure to me so black we fitted and finger girl felt...perfect together. She kissed me long and deep finger girl. Mostly tongue, the way i liked it. We swapped spit. She caressed all black the right places perfectly. Her arousal was like that of an animal. Every little motion was perfect. She loved using blackfinger her tongue black. She licked my finger lips and free plunged inside my mouth again. We black swapped more sweet spit. Her artificial salivation held step one of my plan. I felt blackfinger the chemicals begin to affect my thought processes. I felt her warmly release an endorphin finger girl laden chemical into her pussy. Step two. She pulled me closer black, wrapped her arms and legs around me so I could barely continue black making a motion. The sensuousness black of her desperate grasp was intense. The helplessness had been exciting (once). We swapped more spit. I tickled her finger tonsils black. Step three, too late to turn back. I black knew I couldn't break her grip now. Not that I cared to. I came to the moment of climax, more blackfinger an automatic response than sexual one. She came too, but that was hardly a finger surprise, her timing was always perfect blackfinger. We climaxed, seizured, thrashed in an choreographed finger girl erotic explosion, finally knocking the bed right blackfinger off its frame. It was sterile, Mechanical, and biological like a chemical black reaction more than anything. But still blackfinger she held me. Close, lovingly, like she would never let go, passionately. A tiny part of black me still blackfinger clung to black the delusion.
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