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Pleasure thunderbolts through Imara's veins as consciousness cracks and her toes curl - the sheer force of which launches her through the roof and high into the air.  Rushing winds do little to cool the primordial geyser erupting as freight trains of gargantuan muscle hurtle through cerulean blue.  She tears the last scraps from her body, feeling all the nerves spark and simmer as a deep quake of pungent lust rumbles through her again - more: she NEEDS more!

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Sam

What a propulsive ascension! 😍 Imara is reaching perfection in her glorious deficit of symmetry. 😂 So will she get more? 😮 Or less, haha!

Gwahar

Truly inmense