Thank you for interpreting the question for me. I was having a hard time.

Cunny juice works just fine for me. I have, in the past, referred to that sweet, intoxicating wine as "the nectar of the Gods", but not during sex. While engaged in the act of attempting to rid Mrs. WI of the stuff with my tongue, I simply call it "pussy juice".

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.