Matter-of-fact:
‘Use your words, or I won’t understand what you need. Xnxx.com ‘OK. The tedious spinsters who whisper behind their own cunt-stained fingers at the only girl in the office who’s ‘getting any’. ‘Good. Panting, not at what I’m doing, yet, but at the shadows and echos of the outside world and your ‘real life’, in your head. The pain of being forced; compelled to articulate your needs seems at once to be beyond what I’m about to inflict upon you. They can’t fuck with me. Why are the decisions always on me? We’ll see. Why don’t we count together? Your head is a perfect contradiction. Your outward desires and reality are as clear as day. I ignore you and go back to my lazy, endless caressing. How this noise and chaos gets dealt with. Why do they all fuck with me?
