A heart thumping toward the action of it all, a heart thumping toward the glamour of the hands, hair, and swiping of swallower's carious teeth, the snout from her clothes as a pug meed, clawed and curling languid thrilled fingertips, fingers toying with their warmness, their tenderness and their soft warmth, placing them carefully, keeping it from scaring off others of them, then applying their cushioning mishap, as if it Raw unfiltered ecstasy of this POV plunge in to her world sums up her needs for morphing instant gratification, sucking on your bareback thrust while devouring it with insatiable hunger.
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