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I have a visit reserved for me at a bordello called, Bedaubing. After my engrossing dunk, I prepare myself extravagantly in the shower, swirling with a deep cleaning shower puff an abundant perfumed clean foaming frothy covering shapes along with each crescent of my tight buttocks, finishing off with a hardy scuff up the fracture. I after that scoop the puff either side of my drenched testicles and also with my left hand I flatter my dandy dick, dealing out flushes of clumped white bubbles to the rolling water below as they leave via the plug holes, as if on the run from some lately committed crud.

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