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I love neck

I love when I get sloppy neck in the toilette that affects the sex for every minute I collect inside the mess between her legs, wrestling like it’s a contest, holding her against her chest, putting her under arrest while fondling her breasts wondering who’s next to jump into my bed, eat a fancy dinner, connect, digest and undress to let me inspect the wet muscles they flex under their dior-scented dress.