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How ill would I be? For me to describe my technique, within my pattern of speech! Flicking my tongue , kissing your peach! To determined, to have you squirming in earnest. Your cheeks in my palm. While I'm massaging their firmness.

So exactly what would be right. To leave you hot as a furnace, when i started with ice. Until you shudder and shake, your pupils focused on the back of your mind! With the juice from your fruit on your ass and your thighs. While your blowing my mind,, with your moans and your cries.

Though I also have in mind! Making a cup with my tongue,and a vacuum with my lips. As I do my bound and blindfolded bit. Can I take a bite if the pressure is light! Just Don't struggle to much the ropes will get tight! Maybe there is something you desire specific. Whisper it to me , I might let you get it! No sweat! Yes i can massage your breast, while you sit on my chest! Just don't get over zealous and deprive me of breath! May I drink from the well till no water is left?

Am I a freak? For thinking of leaving a hickie, 2 inches from where your cheek and your back meets. Would that speed up your heart beat; Like you ran in a track meet. Let's go all or nothing. Hang you upside down, while I push on your button. Fosho I can keep going , if you promise to keep coming!