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Rae, Rae, Mother-Fucking Jay was her name

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Her stance was straight-up, and her personality askew, Her lips were painted red, and her Panties were soaked in cum; her cum, from all of the fantasies she thought about with her Mister. They met, she was wet, he was fucking hard, and she was God-damned wet! He felt her force, and she felt his power, but together, their magnetic allure bonded them deeper than just friends, deeper than lovers, deeper than the Oceans Abyss. She walked away to work, and he did too, yet theirs proverbial souls were still connected with undiscussed intrinsic values that gripped both of their bodies and souls with algorithmic replication. Each and every day, she tasted his salty cum, and every minute, he tasted her ginned up juice soaked pleasure. Their bond was a heated hot, and their forever was interconnected beyond what life had been previously defined. He smelt her flavor, and she sucked on his soul. She touched herself without his approval, and he already knew. Rae-Rae’s soaked fucking thong belonged to him, “Sir, Mister Sir’s” property. He wrote it in sharpie all over her ever fucking inch just to claim, Rae-Rae was his own. She knew he loved her tease, taste, and scent, so she gave it to him with the Universe’s Full Fucking force just to show off. This Morning, that day, this night, Rae-Rae, came in multiple’s while her new man named Mister sucked it all up, and ate it out, as if she was the last woman standing center stage on a platform for Three. . .

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