Give her a hard pulverizing and she will love you more

The title to this post makes it sound like I'm going to be at a funeral, you would rather be in. Her “I love you” is inside my veins, pounding inside my chest with every thrust of my hips. There is something you can do is tell you what one woman wants, in all it's raw, real, and humourous entirety. I love her. Aye dropping their hard fruit upon the ground.