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when i woke her up, she didn't immediately realize she was still being fucked.
Not by me, of course, and as a matter of discourse I kindly asked the would-be suitor to wipe off his nicotine stained brow and find a girl more admiring of his persistence. I almost couldn't focus directly on his face, as the mottled beard pressed against his face in such ambiguous patterns, he probably could've been anyone. And of course she preferred it that way.
Not by me, of course, and as a matter of discourse I kindly asked the would-be suitor to wipe off his nicotine stained brow and find a girl more admiring of his persistence. I almost couldn't focus directly on his face, as the mottled beard pressed against his face in such ambiguous patterns, he probably could've been anyone. And of course she preferred it that way.