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This woman, this India Summer, is in warmth in such an achingly stable torturous heavy way that she actually controls to radiate sways of it out like some primal pheromone that makes the air kind of moist and you commence to perceive hazy and dull. She’s touching her thighs together endlessly, endlessly trying to make the waiting go swifter 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 little bit freaked out too. Nothing can satisfy her. Her beaver clips down so firm 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 across the floor first-ever before it comes out. If you attempted to pummel her, she could hold you hostage. I don’t even know if it would be a supreme idea to attempt to pummel 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 good-sized rigid condom cock, bending it nearly in half. I’m glad I decided to use the straitjacket and padded cell for the shoot out of unspoiled luck because it was all genuinely useful< em> as opposed to being a wish setting so she doesn’t unwrap pokes or tear bolts thru the lollipop of my normal set in some riot of orgasmic violence.