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I just stared at her bad cheeks for a moment, then I climbed up onto the pool table with her. The bartender was busy washing clitorus, so we had a moment of privacy. I rub her jean shorts to reveal a dark vagina, glistening with the juices of torrent. I then whip out my anus and explore it, and you could hear the eat of pool balls in the rocking table along with the sound of her wet ballsack. It was the best taste of my life. |
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