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I had lots of beads and was freely handing them out to girls with eyes that screamed for attentionso many perking nipples, but they were all the sameher back was turned to me, long hair, its length breaking mid backI had one set of beads left, irish green in colora light tap on her shoulder yielded the face of a peaceful demon, confused by the desire to be an angelI want you to have my beads, I said to herwhat do I have to do for them?nothing, you have orange hairher unblinked, smiling eyes closed and her free hands wrapped themselves tightly around my neckher lips were wet with beer and her tongue alive with lifeshe entered deep into my mouth, exploring like little sperm struggling to breach the oswiggling with strength and direction yet still just as cute and playful as can bemy tongue lashed back creating a pattern of its own, unconcerned with the momentum of hersthe tips of our meat tickled the bodies, the strong stemsas they brushed against each other my closed eyes began to see different colored lights, perhaps created by the heavy pressure of my lidsI began to look at the back of my forehead, more colored lights absorbed into the white silk, the backside of my boneso I began to thinkabout my sperm spreading and penetrating her cervix, a little tunnel that felt like homeI was almost through when a quick, sharp pain split my lower lip, the tiny pearl sperm was replaced with a droplet of blood of the same shapethe sound of suction breaking between a newborns mouth and a mothers fresh nipple filled my earsit traveled deep into my canal and with a soft edge laid its fully spread palette on my drummy lungs filled hard with oxygen, an attempt to create a vacuum with my mouthair split around her face and rode down each cheek, and without any stir whatsoever entered my mouthmy eyelids cracked the moisture that had bonded between them to expose her smiling face pulling away from minewhat an interesting angleshe licked my blood from her lips and released her grip from my neckit was a short kissI wanted more

It was months before she finally appeared at my doormy heart was beating heavy inside my chest, she shyly said hi and enteredwe sat on the couch with glasses of water, cool but without icethe walls were bare but neither noticedwe sat staring at each other, our lungs quickly filling and expelling bits of oxygena quarter of a minute passed before our lips touched hardour fully open mouths created suction as each of us tried to suck the other into our bodieswe were homeeach of us pulled with the same tensioninertiabalanceI gently held her face in my hands while her nails dug slightly into the backs of my jawsa little seedling deciding to plant anchors into the soilI held her face with no change, her nails paused at their depth, our kiss slowed its pace, the rhythm was even and undemanding, without expectationa synced crew team warming before performance, their flesh slowly oilingher tongue slowed and I could feel her nails losing anchormy head slightly, slightly nodded no and I held her face more firmlyshe was safeher nails regained anchor, our kiss continued