I did not stop as she had questioned my stamina. “You like that bitch? Poorimole ..”. I fucked her again and again. I forcefully grabbed her hands...with my hands. Now she was helpless and could not nail my body. I loved watching forceful sex videos and now I was doing it in real life.I fucked her for some thirty minutes until she got her orgasm. She was relieved as I got up from her body. But I had other things in my mind. I went to her fridge and took out the ice cubes . I placed the ice cubes. I smile and untie your robe and remove it from your nude body. The sight of your nude body always makes me hard and now I am twice as hard even though it has been less than an hour since you blew me and sucked me dry. You seem to love it when I cum in your mouth moaning “Gracia” and you continue until you have swallowed all the sperm I have to give. I hold your hand as I walk you to the seated man and introduce you. You want to be shy but know that I want my wife to be bold and proudly display. " You do know how to turn a girls head ... I never thought of my handicap as unique or special and never, ever mysterious." She laughed and Jack enjoyed the sound and the knowledge he was able to make her laugh."Will you let me take you to dinner?" Do you really want to..."Jack interrupted, "Look, can we make a deal? If I ask you something, I mean it. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to do whatever I am asking. So ... if I ask you to dinner ... I asked you because I want to take you.. I’m not into the typical angry/hurt emo style, nor the Olde English wanna-be with its flowery prose and words with pronunciations altered so they rhyme. Leah’s poetry is plain talk with cadence and some rhyming when it works into what she’s saying. It’s almost exclusively about her family life; prior problems with hubby, reconciliation, and kids. With each one her heart comes out through her words and is laid on the tables for the crowd to pick apart. That takes guts and every reading.
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