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Now see Bruh sex need a soundtrack. U gotta be careful tho because if u pick the wrong thing, u could ruin the mood. Like back in the day I was fooling around with this one girl and she wanna put on Dave Matthews Band. Dave motherfucking Matthews. While I'm tryina hit my lil deep stroke. This whiny motherfucker hit that growly, whispery, effeminate "crashhhhh...into me" and I lost it Bruh. Smash don't usually lose that Woody Harrelson but at that moment bruh Woody had left the building. Had to gently ask to turn the music off, hit the washroom, splash water on my face and realign my chakras right quick. Painful ๐Ÿ˜ฉ. So with that said, avoid music. It might work for one of y'all but not the other. Rather, I recommend cooking shows. Chopped, to be exact. Builds a lil suspense. Intriguing. And best of all, the judges provide a lil humor: "WE CLEARLY SAID THE GHOST PEPPER HAD TO BE USED "IN" THE DISH. HE ROASTED IT. AND PUT IT ON THE SIDE. IT COULD HAVE KILLED SOMEONE." (Side note: I eat scotch bonnet pepper sauce from Trinidad directly on my food and it hasn't killed me yet. Thank you God ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚). Anyway that show provides the perfect soundtrack for sex. (I speak from experience โ˜บ๏ธ.) And the added benefit is that every time the contestant makes dessert, at least one of them use the ice cream machine, and these judges - every time - wanna be like: "OMG HE'S GOING FOR IT HE'S USING THE ICE CREAM MACHINE." And men - that right there is when u stop, stand up on that bed, look her right in the eyes and say: "AYE BABY - CONTESTANT 3 ISN'T THE ONLY ONE WHO'S GONNA USE THAT ICE CREAM MACHINE - NOW OPEN WIDE FOR DADDY" ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚: look i made dis @Drsmashlove Now see Bruh sex need a soundtrack. U gotta be careful tho because if u pick the wrong thing, u could ruin the mood. Like back in the day I was fooling around with this one girl and she wanna put on Dave Matthews Band. Dave motherfucking Matthews. While I'm tryina hit my lil deep stroke. This whiny motherfucker hit that growly, whispery, effeminate "crashhhhh...into me" and I lost it Bruh. Smash don't usually lose that Woody Harrelson but at that moment bruh Woody had left the building. Had to gently ask to turn the music off, hit the washroom, splash water on my face and realign my chakras right quick. Painful ๐Ÿ˜ฉ. So with that said, avoid music. It might work for one of y'all but not the other. Rather, I recommend cooking shows. Chopped, to be exact. Builds a lil suspense. Intriguing. And best of all, the judges provide a lil humor: "WE CLEARLY SAID THE GHOST PEPPER HAD TO BE USED "IN" THE DISH. HE ROASTED IT. AND PUT IT ON THE SIDE. IT COULD HAVE KILLED SOMEONE." (Side note: I eat scotch bonnet pepper sauce from Trinidad directly on my food and it hasn't killed me yet. Thank you God ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚). Anyway that show provides the perfect soundtrack for sex. (I speak from experience โ˜บ๏ธ.) And the added benefit is that every time the contestant makes dessert, at least one of them use the ice cream machine, and these judges - every time - wanna be like: "OMG HE'S GOING FOR IT HE'S USING THE ICE CREAM MACHINE." And men - that right there is when u stop, stand up on that bed, look her right in the eyes and say: "AYE BABY - CONTESTANT 3 ISN'T THE ONLY ONE WHO'S GONNA USE THAT ICE CREAM MACHINE - NOW OPEN WIDE FOR DADDY" ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚
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