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Who won?

I love making luv to you,
you got me waiting to see what else you can do.

You lay flat on your back as I take my seat on your lap
and began to rock on your nut sack.

I began to kiss you from head to toe,
and making my way all the way 
down below!

I'm anxious to show you my little talents,
how I can ride it and guide it and still
keep my balance.

We are going tit for tat to show the other one up,
but its a close one when you smack it and hit me
on the butt.

I come back strong and do something that has
you going wild. I have to prove to you you can't
match my style.

The boning gets good and we both find ourselves
losing it. My vision is clouded by pure extacy that
I am unable to see the little bit of light coming from
the candle that's been lit.

It's about that time for us to release our inhibitions.
Going from a hard pound to a soft grind is going to
be a hard transition.

We finally get what we wanted from the beginning.
I'm so open that my legs are shaking and the room is
spinning.

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