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Intro. I send you a photo that takes your breath away: you can see my tattooed hand gripping my member tightly, which is wide awake, veiny and marking all the fury I have for you. You can feel the humidity, you can see the size and you can tell that it is waiting for you. I accompany the image with an audio where my voice sounds deeper and dirtier than ever "Look at it, Allie..." look how you have me, you son of a bitch,"I say with a deep grunt. Are you really going to continue up there with those nacos while you have this down here waiting for you? None of those Mexicans know what it's like to really have you. None of them are going to fill you like I do, baby. None of them will make you feel how your body opens up when I sink it all to the bottom, making you moan my name like a madwoman. (I pause, imagining your reaction to seeing the photo and hearing my voice.)"I know you're getting wet right now, blonde. I know you're looking at the size of my cock and you remember perfectly how it feels when I put it in you and

Thomas

@Allie