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“…Either I can be sweet and gentle, or I can take everything from you, including your last breath”. He has been the main attraction of my spank bank since my junior year of high school and four years later; he still fuels my wet dreams but in a much different way. He grunted loudly over the sounds of Ashley’s whining.
