CarnivalBarker
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I peel your shirt off of you and climb between your thighs as you lie back. I lie atop you, reaching down and rubbing my head against your slick, slippery entrance. You are ready to accept me in one, slow and steady push, and you do. "Precious girl," I kiss you. "you were meant for me," I kiss you again. "I have always felt it."