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This woman, this India Summer, is in fever in such an achingly stable agonizing heavy way that she actually controls to radiate sways of it out like some primal pheromone that makes the air kind of humid and you embark to sense hazy and dull. She's massaging her hips together endlessly, endlessly attempting to make the waiting go faster but it doesn't help it just makes it worse and you realize you've stopped whatever you were doing and now you're even a lil' bit freaked out too.Nothing can satiate her. Her cunt clips down so rigid on a fake penis that I can't pull it out with 2 hands, and using a trio foot pillar for leverage. She will actually glide throughout the floor very first before it comes out. If you attempted to shag her, she could hold you hostage. I don't even know if it would be a superb idea to attempt to shag her because she might push the blood rearwards into your heart the wrong way and kill you or something. When she comes, the contractions kick the fat rigid protection cock, arching it almost in half. I'm happy I determined to use the straight-jacket and padded cell for the shoot out of unspoiled luck because it was all genuinely _useful_ as opposed to being a wish setting so she doesn't disrobe screws or tear bolts through the penis of my standard set in some riot of orgasmic violence.