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Guy Talk

Conversations between men when they see women, always fail to have any alternate conclusion.  
Maybe because we are afraid to be judged around fellow humans.  
I'm not talking about the ability to see through them or even to perceive something deeper than their physical illusions.  
However it's clear men are stuck on the movement. Her ass is fat or damn did you see the way those titties were moving.
 
I won't deny or tell you otherwise, but while you admire her luscious thighs I find it hard to part my gaze from her arresting eyes. Medusa leaving me frozen, forever to relive that moment in time.  
For those lips I could die. Overcome with urge I find myself biting on mine. Her hair flowing as though she could fly, pushed back behind one ear complemented with the softest smile. But if you ask me, hell yeah those thighs were wild.
 
Now I'm not going to lie boobies are like movies, we can watch them for long periods of time. However how would people react if I happened to admire her collarbone or the shades and depth around her neck muscle lines.  
Bet most of you wouldn't foam at the mouth. I can already see the hickies trailing down south. My hand print on her neck from sensual choking after fucking on the couch. Don't worry this time I also saw the boobs, carefully trying not to space out.
 
Ass, ass, ass from big to little as long as it shakes and jiggles. You can pass right by but don't feel belittled, they just want a glimpse of your back middle. However, I prefer  toes to play with my fiddle.
Maybe it's just me but feet is the first part of a women I tend too peep.  
Preferably under a size seven, soft soles and tiny toes that emulate heaven.  Simply giving her a foot massage would become a double edged weapon. I'll probably ask for a job then let her do the guessing.
 
Honestly it's not like I want to know your secret fetish.
I just think "Damn Yo, you see her ass" every second is becoming a little pathetic.
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