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