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Nov 2017
My large ******* were wet from the plumbing leak. I towel-dried them and called a plumber. I explained how the leak had saturated my bikini bra. He asked to see it. He agreed that a leaky pipe could be the reason. That night we became acquainted even better. He released my inner torment like he had learned how to do in plumbing school a long time ago. Sensing that the plumber was ready to plumb the depths of my post-pubescent being, I removed my clothing very quickly.
๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†
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๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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