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Jul 2013
Finally she ***** me.
Good.
on her stomach first and then on her back.
Slow slow shallow slow.
Slow slow slower deeper slow.
An inch a grip a sense a wish.
Wet yes wetter not yet so slow.
slow shallow slow deeper than shallow but still just a bit to make her nip.
A little slower if possible.
Just to thicken It a bit before deep deep shallow slow slow.
Slow as she grinds counterclockwise on the hour.
On the minute.
At this second.
deeper but slowly deeper unregrets.
Ml casa se ti gators.
Be Diego Till next birthday.
Lightbulb Martin
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Lightbulb Martin  Right on the cusp
(Right on the cusp)   
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   --- and Melanie
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