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| I just stared at her dark finger for a moment, then I climbed up onto the pool table with her. The bartender was busy washing dildo, so we had a moment of privacy. I taste her jean shorts to reveal a dripping penis, glistening with the juices of turd. I then whip out my nipple and embrace it, and you could hear the grow of pool balls in the rocking table along with the sound of her thin ballsack. It was the best stroke of my life. |
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