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Meh. I am an excellent communicator in bed.
Anyone exactly surprised that I express myself? I doubt it.
I can move, encourage, help, whatever, a guy. I've always took the stance that I really don't need the guy to be good. I'm good enough to get us off. (JOKE) But guys eat pussy like it's a steak in front of a starving Ethiopian. Like it's the first or last time they've ever seen pussy.
And while I'd love to wax poetic about my pussy. It looks like a pussy. It tastes like a pussy. It's just a pussy.
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