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So, my girl and I are having this total marathon fuck session, right? We do it in the pool for like an hour, and then on this deck chair, she's kinda hanging off the back, and we're going at it.... It was like the hottest thing, ever. Finally, we both come hard, and we're panting and going "Damn, that was unreal!" She gets up, and suddenly lets loose a whole string of queefs, loud and staccato and rhythmic. It was kind of like she queefed the opening bars to "Louie, Louie." She blushed, but laughed, and I just about died laughing.
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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