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The Randy Pontiff

By Asali

There comes a time in a woman’s life that sometimes, making love just won’t cut it. Sometimes, women just want to fuck. And yes there is a difference. What’s the difference you ask? Take a seat.

Making love, oh yes, the slow kind. Not necessarily. But almost always the slow kind. The one that starts with the foreplay. When he strokes your hair and skin. When he kisses you gently…everywhere. When he touches you carefully but precisely. When he takes his time to arouse your senses high enough to let you glide in his glory making sure that he has you on the palm of his hand and all you have to do is let go.

Making love is almost always too emotional to enjoy the full animalistic potential that fucking yields. Because he has you wondering where the fuck he has been all your life and why…

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