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Lick my asshole!~I wish she was sitting on me like that..I'd worship those holes like my life depends on it~It would be fine to give her relief.Come on! Aren't you excited for this, trainer?~Guhhh... Fine... We can do it... You're the alpha, after all... I'll do what you wish..S-someone save me!! O-oh god.! Not more people.!!!Looks like Serbia's in heaven~Luffy slowly and eerily fades into existance* (imma kms)Recording thus for money,I'm not even gonna question about it,robby legs is thiner than his balls :sob:I'm witnessing this as I run out of teleportation energy (I'm eepy) hope I make it out in one piece.

“We’re going to need some of this,” she said, unscrewing the cap. “Lubrication,” she said with a smile, seeing the confused look on my face. She poured a generous handful of oil and slathered it onto my shaft and my balls. She spied the label as she set the bottle down. “Hmm…extra virgin. That’s the only thing in this house tonight that is virgin anything.” I laughed nervously. I remember now my clueless mom never figured out why her bottle of olive oil kept appearing in my bathroom.

He pushed against the seal, using his mana to separate from his clone, but it was like he was buried in concrete. He couldn’t project his mana even a centimeter beyond his skin. It was even more difficult than performing his workout, but this was precisely what he wanted. Saimallah said that he and his fellow monks used these headbands to train their projection abilities, and there was no better way than this. As he struggled and strained, the seal began to give, ever so slightly, feeling less like concrete and more like rubber.