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He had red hair, red skin and redder eyes. It was on the kind of day that the old women dreaded. That sort of heat that was unapologetic in its cruelty. Heat that overpowers the senses, the type that goes beyond feeling. Many could not stand the onslaught. It was the kind of heat the defied men into inanimation.

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. What sort of woman says no to the very thought of being pleasured from head to toe? Even more difficult for her to comprehend; were the men who said no. What kind of a man would say no to sex? Oh Angelique took her sex very seriously. She ate right, so her pussy juice.