"I hugged her. We squeezed. She had her mouth open. I kissed her. Her mouth felt like wet pussy. She was on point. I felt it. No foreplay needed. We kissed; her tongue kept poking mine, inside out of my mouth. I held it between my teeth. Then I covered Debra and shoved it in. I think it was her way of turning her head to the side while I was in. The fact is, I got high. That turned head hitting the pillow, every time I thrust... Every now and then, while he was bimboing, I'd turn his head towards me and apply a kiss to that blood-red mouth. Finally, I got it right." Charles Bukowski - Women ❤👽🍺
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