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He munched on my spam castanets, even though I'd been on the rag for the best part of a week. My hairy spunk dungeon was trembling like Muhammad Ali on a tumble dryer. It was bliss having his disco stick shoved inside me again; stuffing my cod cave with a cucumber just didn't get my kipper dinghy spraying like it used to. Within no time, I could feel the shitty man fat foaming from my old dirt road and all over my panty hamster. My mouth was so full of love muscle and cock snot, the Da Vinci load was weeping down my chin and onto my top bollocks.
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