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Was She Wrong?

          
             Janeazi Faulonazanzonanonz is my name and right now with my ass in the air pillow under my gay chin, this dick shouldn't never seen ah womanly ah only ah desire for. His name is Deanuzazen Pilluizased and he's now classified as my ah womanly ah for lay. He was homeless when I found him. He didn't ask me for nothing more than a bank account with thirty- two dollars beginning. He wasn't even interested in nothing, but getting out of my way homeless in front of my business. Now no longer roommates in the same bed, his mouth is more powerful than that of a gay woman or other lesbian. Sucking my pussy for four hours ah begged of me extended, then, missionarying me hard core fast at the ah thrilling to me of my asking. Currently style doggying me, with, left arm curled around my seven foot seven waist he is. This treasure I thought to bring up me helping him in his face, but, to me that just wasn't the taste. 26 turn downs from women me only knowing why. Running to meet him at restaurants, because, of his funding brilliant bank account rise. This twenty-six year old male runs in my Palo Alto into old cocaine connects he had as a kid. And it was him hiding that they were dealers, that they gave him extra billions in American funding before they tour the sea. I come onto him, because, the spice was a different real. It was something in him that just wasn't the normal or abnormal. His caressive care to himself and his unity with his homies was not that I seen of funny. And, I wanted more than anything for first his homegirls and with their permission me to be with him. His dick pussy is sizzle like a favorite steak able to afford poor. He's whipping this funny big soft pussy in an affection no one would dare believe to be received of funny me. My looks of this weight of 243 is such the ah shockingly. Silver are my pussy lips, nipples, eyes, hair, and lips. My ah skin is ah tangy ah honey ah golden ah hominy bean. My legs are bowlegged like his and a shocker to him as well. I have lighting gay sixty-eight inches arounduz ass cheeks. My twettz are the same arounduz and we both appreciate splendidly. I'm also the age four hundred and seventy-three and just couldn't help it at all. He's speaking on my ass right now as if a tell all. Some of my homies at first thought I was kidding. Till they couldn't find my ass not anywhere near their comfortability. I was always in his and with none regret. My great grandmamas tell me I'm wrong, but, I can't dearly ah see. This is really the pussy for me. This pussy dicking is poetry. My height be seven foot seven.  His height of 6'4 two oh four truly goes with his stone ah beauty. His eyes, hair, and lips being agua blue, with also, skin being ah butter ah honey too. And, I'm truly enjoying this pussy dick in me ah true. This is the better pussy for me I feel ah too.
 
With the funny women in Palo Alto, Ca, was she...........wrong?
Written by Sandals (Birchel Devon Robinson)
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Author's Note
This could go down as a bondage file. This is just pure fiction. I needed something to get out of my system by a computer key stain.
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