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stay down into the bottom of the condom. Coming to test in the pool of ejaculate. and displacing some if it so that it
floats on the sides of the mod. Patient. It the like a banana in as skin. Then i was at my , swoon if
anything mold possibly be more awesome. Then i one my d: -on hem in there for good measure. I take
the whole thing. hold the opening other the fatten: and shit it stint warm water. I' m of all the awesome
things i could do with my newly enquired disease balloon. Running all the different seena. rios through my head.
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and win the knot. when was door slips out of grip bemoan he theonly iztrolled end was still
lubricated. It starts shearing tht payload before it was hits the floor.
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bedroom it' s ‘startled to hear a loud "FAU' ' U' U' U' U' U' ' ' emanating from the bathroom. She then opens
the doom obese on the and is greeted by he sight of he in a puddle shit stew told: a limp
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out to believe. This poo and diomand toenails on the floor. on the walls. the , on me. While her brain tries to
stake some ofthe some in front other, t slam the door in her fans. seems to may her out oldie daze. "What the
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outsold have done. It smells now. I dry off with her n: -are! then than it on the floor. ash at has oldie mess i on.
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waiting for an explanation. Bat mold handle it. So i walk panther without saying anything. t put on
my mat and neither ‘It' s getting sled of late. Pm gonna head home." "she not stereos: me with that do the tool: on he
fade. Elton my poo snobs in her mailbox and wall: home. That was the last than i would bar from her. But i had
something better now. A diam. I would make another.