quīnquāgintā novem

"It used to be here."

When he had stopped the second time, she felt like he did have something new to give to her. She did feel like he did have some new new style to make her feel.

She wasn't really sure about it. She had thought that he wanted to turn her over again and work her prettily hard.

Like walk into and out of her severally as though she was some booth where sins are being confessed. She had such no intention of odds but did want his wits to whisper to him what was best.

But she had been wrong. All she did throw at her was the real stop. Like he did really halt. Like he wouldn't continue with the process.

She was not satisfied of course. She did know that the vagina was insatiable. But she could feel something.

Twas more than real. The fellow did seem to be bothered that the bothers would not spare him a chance anymore.

Probably the bothers had ripped him open. She couldn't be really sure. She wanted to be. He didn't seem to be himself.