(THOU WOULD KNOWEST NOT)
THE SOUND... THIS... THIS THAT FYAH.
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In mine great desire I would descend unto thee.
I seeking to devour thee to the very deepest depths of thy darkest core.
I pausing at the gates would touch the structure of thine lips and peruse the color.
Black fading into pink, so captivatingly colored for mine enjoyment.
A glance into the sky... I giving praise.
Mine emotions in turmoil... Thou hast that effect.
Mine hardness beating in tune with our hearts.
Such a heavy weight standing erect.
I lying underneath would lower thee onto mine tongue flick thine little man standing... Maketh thy sigh... Maketh thy cry.
I lying underneath would cause thy fluids to flow.
I taking thine hips and lowering thy down... The satin of thine sheath pulsating and pulsating.
Thine lips blood engorged pouting at mine pushing and jutting at mine pulling.
Shiny the ebony of mine member as it with veins standing feels the inner of your innards.
The opening of thine womb.
Mine whole being immersed would soar to heights unimaginable... Small thinking men and women indeed.
I in mine great desire See'th these tangible things.
They consumeth mine psyche.
A JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY PRODUCTION
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