Between her lack of skepticism... and her incessantly confidence is where I gain my joy. Her sweet proficiency and expertise,  something like the mastery,  of the chaos of what is surround us is where I get aroused. The juices from her brain that pumps when she opens her mouth and give me the knowledge she spits out.... That's when I reach my climax. My definite answer is now noticeable. This woman....The curves in her lips when she opens them and show me her pretty pearly.... Whites....She comes, she comes rapidly,excessivelyto all my needs...I just want to stroke my fingers on her pretty head and rub the temples that allows the gray matter to function at its finest.....She opens her mind every time I Stroke her perfections... Sex with the mental is better with this woman. Sex with the body is better with the unambiguous. 


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