If I don't feel your hands hold my throat against the wall, sliding up my inner things, into my wet pussy.. if I don't see that smirk on your face while you make my legs give out beneath me.. my hair in your fist directing me to the place of your choosing.. if I don't feel my cheeks against my ankles while you bend me over and treat me like pavement with a jackhammer.. if we're not slipping on the puddles of my cum on the floor... making the neighbours bitch.. if I don't taste your cum as it drips into my mouth from you painting my face with it..
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