I'm way ahead of you a head of her ahead, of myself. You're catching up to me. You're still circling me but not like before. Circles encircles and circles. No news is good news. Old news is better than good news. Best is the thin milk rushing over your thighs like that. Iron frames the wooden barrier between us. If I wrapped my hand around my cock I would cum. I would fight Adam if there was need but he told me a light with the living and the girl inside his heart beats it for him and beats it for me too.
Heads will roll. Strange hands in a stranger flesh but my strange hands in your strange breath. With intent hands hands mine my hands. On you and strange. You come to pink points, white fleshed stranger.
Here is a you containing yous I know and love. Things are different now and you change when everything else does and I like up try to keep up. I not my lip open once and she never got over it. I bit my lip again today and blood rushed behind my teeth and I swallowed hard. Here you are. Can you be over it? Over me? Don't answer me I won't answer you.
You don't need to take any turns. Left left leftrightleft fall down on me. You fell right into his lap mine is tight and bulges jealous at the seams bursting red purple hard mound under denim. Black jeans blue jeans brad jeans no jeans. If a hand came near I might cum too. 9 times and no skin that the sun couldn't touch.
You miss me multitudes more than you try for me. Try for me. Tryf. Or me. Just come near. Cum near.
Slam my fingers in the banging metaphors, the air is getting so thin.
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