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| I leaped up on the table and made him stroke my beef whistle but since I knew the doctor would come back shortly I had him use the man sausage sleeve. He anxiously greased up my prick and stroked it swifter than a dribbling basketball…in no time I gushed my explosion all over his hand and he pawed it back on my abs…just then Dr. Phingerphuk walked in on us..guess I got a bit of explaining to do. |
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