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I have actually an appointment reserved for me at a bordello called, Bedaubing. After my gripping dunk, I prepare myself lavishly in the shower, swirling with a deep cleansing shower smoke a rich fragrant clean lathering foamy covering forms alongside each crescent of my tight buttocks, completing off with a hardy scuff up the crack. I then scoop the smoke either side of my drenched testicles and with my left hand I flatter my dandy penis, dealing out flushes of clumped white bubbles to the toppling water listed below as they leave via the plug openings, as if on the run from some lately committed crud.

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