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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.

Towards the middle of the semester, Mrs. B. devised an assignment where we had to act out a soliloquy from any Shakespeare play. I chose Marc Antony’s “Friends, Romans, Countrymen” speech from Julius Caesar. As we had to be in costume for extra credit, I brought a flat sheet to school to fashion into a toga of sorts. There was a supply closet in the front of the room where people could change. Boys would pretend to peek in the closet when girls were changing. There wasn’t much to see for the most part, as girls might throw a long night gown over their clothes to play Juliet. The door locked on the outside when closed completely, so the few kids with major changes could do so with some privacy.

“Let me rest a minute. Put some more oil on that thing.” I poured the olive oil in the crack of her ass and watched it run down to where my dick was penetrating Carol’s asshole. I massaged it around my shaft. For the next ten years, I got a huge boner every time I cooked with olive oil. I started sliding back and forth and inch or so, working some of the oil into her anal canal. My cock began to slide easier.