Can you still taste me on your lips, on your finger tips? Do you remember how I tightened as the fluid rushed out over your hand, down your arm, soaking the bed? Am I still in your head?
Does your cock still feel the squeezing of my pussy, the convulsions of orgasm as I sat on you?
Do you remember throwing your head back, skin red, neck strained as you screamed your own orgasm?
I do.
I know you do too.
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