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To enlarge photos click once. To reduce photos click twice. Don't blame me because I intoxicate you beyond plain old ordinary reason. It does seem to defy logic that merely the sound of my voice sends bolts of sweet agony to your brain and your hungry balls. My voice will violate you and penetrate you...and fill you with need and yearning.I am comfortable in every inch of my body...and I know you are reading this because you saw my pictures and are coveting my curves and crevices. It pleases me to show off my skills and determination, and I will use them to make you my prized possession. You crave a taste of my delectable sweetness...but you must earn that. I have a habit of trying to blow your mind by strutting around in my red stilettos and I love the effect this has on your oh-so-eager cock. I know you want to plow that rod deep inside me, but baby, we are playing by my rules today and every day. This doesn't make sense to everyone...but you and I know what feels so right. It's not my fault that I like to tease...I can't help that I like to get my way. And I know you can't help yourself either...your desire to hump my spike heels and beg for satisfaction. Don't you just love the feeling of being engorged and having my attention? As long as you keep it nice and hard...we can play as much as you want. Just remember that I make the rules.
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