She
Now, let’s get things straight…
It’s true I tasted her lips
Yes, I did!
I like wise ate into her pot
I ate to climax and quenched my thirst from her flowing fountain of enzymes.
I drank of her potty juices and likewise found my way through her slimy dark tight bridges.
I cultivated her wet ridges and did best to empty my seeds of passion within her.
Her ways were mild and her path smooth.
We were fasted to each other and our arms, over the other.
But there seems to be no connection within.
No attachments,
No bonding,
No chemistry whatsoever!
One can imagine how an erectile man would engage in such an intense act and feel nothing but pain.
“Pain from the memories of the past which have refused to let go”- Kieran shouldered with a hurting-teary sigh.
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