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You will now get a closer look at Personal Fouls:

“How am I supposed to walk away when you won’t even let me try, let us try? No sane person on earth gives up before the game’s even played.”
“A game is right, Marty. Everything I do is a contest, nothing meaningful. As much as I honestly put in, nothing good ever happens. I’m a destroyer, intent on hurting myself.”
“Bullshit! What a pathetic excuse to stay a player. Would you recognize extraordinary if faced with it? Because I recognize it every single time I see you.”
“Do you really want this?” Lola squared off like a gunfighter in the Old West.
“Absolutely. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. When I see you, I live in the moment. I don’t care about the future, what could or couldn’t happen. I’m more present with you, more engaged, than I’ve ever been before. I couldn’t control my body if I wanted to. Like some dark corridor, I want to know where you lead.” I rushed her, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other gently gripping her neck. I tilted her head, positioning just where I wanted to kiss first. “I want the full Lola experience.”
“You’ll be sorry you want me so badly. You’ll hate me in the end.” Her chest heaved, her breath came in deep bursts. Lola’s neck and chest flushed with red splotches.
I had to take her, bite her neck like the hungry man I was. “Give me the chance to make up my own damn mind.” I leaned down, nibbling her collar bone.
Lola moaned, I didn’t give a fuck what her mouth said, her body told the truth. “Marty…holy shit.” She grabbed my belt loops, crushing me into her hips.
Game on.
Putting off the important first kiss, I wanted the peak of our energy one hundred percent, the moment our lips touched had to be perfect. I dragged the tip of my tongue, following the carotid artery up her neck. The arched vein pulsed, engorged, just like my cock. The oxygen rushed to our brains, fully awakening our deepest desires. The runner’s high wrapped around us both, shooting us into the most exciting atmosphere I’d ever known. “You’re amazing, the most delectable thing I’ve ever touched with my tongue.”






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