Descent of Love

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Engin Akyurt

Lower your hard lust into my moist depths.

Frenziedly fornicate my flaming love hole.

Slam my plump petals with your sack of gold until she quivers and whimpers and begs to be fed by hand.

Only she’s far from depleted. Hell, she’s hardly through with what she wants your hardness to do…

Nowandnow moremoremore giveittomeeeee!!!!!

Ram my Goddess spot with your hot thick shaft until my brain goes daft — joined in oblivion we float without a raft over my falls.

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