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All right, let's talk about that girl that once made your head to go higher and faster. She just did it. And, for everybody's surprise, she keeps on doing that. She makes your hands perspire. Nerviously you stare at her like watching something completely precious. Well, she is, I'm not gonna lie to you. She rocks. And you want her to rock inside you. You made her rock between your skin and your bones. You couldn't believe what she was doing with your mind while she fucked your heart. She corrupt your soul in the most sweet way that could ever exist. And throughout the minutes of your day, she just stayed. She was not going anywhere without you. And you were not going anywhere without her hands on top of you. Could you ever in your hole day, think about someone else for your future? Could you please? There are plenty people out there, why do you want her? What does she have? I mean, appart from breaking your head. I know, you're not gonna tell me. You are afraid that I could fall in love with her. Well, if you do, I will. And we're near that point, aren't we? We are the same, nothing separates us. Why do you think that we're discussing this? Because I know you. And you know me. And she's fucking with our brain, soul and body. And there's nothing that we can do about it. It's just the way she is. It's just the way it should be. And we want it. Like the kids when they want a toy. We want her desperately, inside us.