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    j

    Let me tell u about, this brother name J fine as wine body like a model complextion is like carmel chololate if u taste u might lick your fingers, when u say J's name it rolls off my toung it gives me chills up and down my body, when i see him i be like dame he's packing he i hang wit this mandingo or wat the thought's that go thur my mind blows me away,i'am talking about him like he's my mines but yet he don't know i'am going to make J mines, this how deep i'am about this brother he's deep i just want to walk up, to him and just give him a juicy ass kiss talking off his shirt feeling ever inch of his body sucking his nipples unbuttoning his pants where he's already hard, as i start to give him head he closes his eyes and say lawd woman wat are u trying to do to me and she said nothing,so u wat i can give and plenty more of it but he wasn't in position of talking he was getting head beyond his control, so as she stood up to take her clothes off and he saw her breast he was like wow, i love bigg niples so he gently took her right breast cause that's the one is the most sentivie and he took his toung and lick around the nipple, watch her face expression and as his lick her nipples became bigg and she was rubbing his head cause it was getting good so he was ready to bend her ova and stroke her real good he held on to her waist so he can have his grip,this J to her was off the hook she need a brother like him to handle her, so wit all that wit J wat can i say brother J was an person who needed to broke off!!!!! and she was the person to do it.

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    sxygrneyes874 commented on j

    04-30-2009

    Damn , wish that was me ;)

    bforibus commented on j

    11-17-2008

    u being an aquarius i knew this poem was goin to be a sex show but really gud though

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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