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Toyed with.

Vibration piecing the lips of desire .

Rubbing away pent up frustration, that builds without a good licking out of the rivers of old. 

Do him good to get millions of aspersions sucked out of him. 

May build trust within that thrust. 

The genital gentleman is what can be created. 

And same for him head deep in slime. 

To some degree we like to be toyed with, the rhythmic actions shown , go on  put on a turned on show of devotion. 

Toy with each other with sizes that please, feel real, really relaxed. 

Love or lust  can open many holes that you wanted to dig into the plastic place . 

Sit on the face you smile at. 

Glass  things are easy to see, there is all sizes in the draw, on the bed, on the floor.

Self exposed or an object. 

Self confident to have multiple let goes. 

Self assurance to each other that you are ready to know each other  inside  and out.

Deep feelings toward bonding. 

I'm your toy, use me how you want to, play with me and my. 

Use it and abuse it, but  please don't make it leak or rip, you truly have a mans grip. 

Grip on what's the best way to get to come.

You and  the clam slam together in harmony, enjoying private company. 

 

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