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He was very much mentally exhausted from the three previous rounds of word play that we had. But I was very much still aroused.
I needed to grip on his large cranium as he inserted his think logophiled member into the creases of my cerebral.
I wanted him to feel my muscles tightening around his fingers as he caressed my mind.
I needed him to use his tongue to make my brain drip wet like a leaky faucet. I'm wondering if he lost it. Grip on my medulla and massage my grey plump jewel.
I could of done something else to stimulate my brain like reading a book about trains. But what fun would that be when my mate is by my side willing to start mentally ******* me.
I think I went overboard. He has his thinking cap on like the supreme overlord. Should I grab 100 words you never heard. Or just take my defeat and get back to the sheets.
Baby as the pendulum swings
We exist in moment that escapes time
Let my lips service your soul
with great rhetoric when i bend on my knees cause baby about to blow your mind
Should I make his toes curl by the vigorous word use I'm about to hurl. No I'll just sit back and play defeated like the nymphal bad girl.
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