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