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I
lay
dying
,
my
cock
limp
.
Mercedes
turned
her
head
toward
me
.
I
kissed
her
.
Kissing
is
more
intimate
than
fucking
.
That
’
s
why
I
never
liked
my
girlfriends
to
go
around
kissing
men
.
I
’
d
rather
they
fucked
them
.
I
kept
kissing
Mercedes
and
since
I
felt
that
way
about
kissing
I
hardened
again
.
I
climbed
on
top
of
her
,
kissing
her
as
if
it
was
my
last
hour
on
earth
.
My
cock
slid
in
.
This
time
I
knew
I
was
going
to
make
it
I
could
feel
the
miracle
of
it
.
I
was
going
to
come
in
her
cunt
,
the
bitch
.
I
was
going
to
pour
my
juices
into
her
and
there
was
nothing
she
could
do
to
stop
me
.
She
was
mine
.
I
was
a
conquering
army
,
I
was
a
rapist
,
I
was
her
master
,
I
was
death
.
She
was
helpless
.
Her
head
rolled
,
she
gripped
me
and
gasped
,
as
she
made
sounds
.
.
.
"
Arrrgg
,
uuggg
,
oh
oh
.
.
.
oooff
.
.
.
oooooh
!
"
