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Maaaan, Fuck Good Blow Jobs (before sex)!

When I'm on my game, and I got her feelin hot and then she slides down my snug but not too tight, moderately priced denim…
Oh shit...
I'm gonna suck...
Your...
Dick.

AWWWW SHIT!

AWWWWWW SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT…
then you get that shit!…

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(Now.....................................................................................................I want you to fuck me like crazy)

...OH SHIT...



Shit just got real.

There is Nothing that cripples my opportunity for freaky animal sex like good head.   I prefer, should head be in the offerings, that it be tepid and lackluster.  I want to watch you go down and think, "This chick is fucking terrible.  Man, this bj feels like cleaning out my storage locker. Or changing lightbulbs.
"Keep it up!"

Then by the end of what seems like an eternity of oral purgatory, she looks up at me with a foggy, seductive stare and whispers.

(Now.....................................................I want you to fuck me.)


Get some water, girl… because I don't feel NOTHIN.

My PENIS is now emotionally detached enough to work at a fucking slaughterhouse.  You feel that? That's my dick's thousand a yard gaze staring through your vagina.  Your vagina is now my penis' cubicle on an 8-hour workday under fluorescent light.  Fuck my lunch break.  I'll. work. straight. through.

A bad bj is the perfect amuse bouche for the filth that awaits.  Brace yourself, girl.  Your ignorance of the human anatomy means my penis is now the right kind of prepared. Tempered.  War weary.  Both a strong stomach and balanced vestibular system.  He won't be throwing up anytime soon: do your worst...

(Cue: "Lowrider", and.................................................................)

...Ok, let's Roll!
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