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What the fuck do you expect me to do with that poor excuse of a cock? I mean, seriously? No, I just can’t. Everyone knows I prefer BBC. I definitely don’t tolerate pencil dicks. What even is the point?
Your cock is lost in translation. I don’t even want to know. I could care less about it. The only reason I even tolerate you at all is because you like to spoil me and worship me.
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I went to a St. Patrick’s day party and drank way too many GREEN BEERS. My head was swimming but there was this super nice guy who came to my rescue. I couldn’t really tell you what he looked like because of the very thick beer goggles I had on!
My friends took my keys (thank you) but I was still pouting about wanting to take myself home. ‘Cus I’m a BIG GIRL after all. The guy who I said rescued me, well he offered to take me home. I swayed and weaved on the way out the door until he scooped me up in his big arms and carried me into his truck.
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Running my fingertips down the shaft, gripping from the bottom, that’s what I want to do to you. Your sword is strong and hard like impervious steel. When you slide up inside my tight, little sheath. It fits just like a glove, a very wet and tight glove. Stroking that sword and fucking you harder and deeper.