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Trapped

Her hair smelled of roses, her body curvy in places. We've been together for months, a destination was set. I arrived at her house, it was all quiet Her parents had left us all by ourselves I unbuckled my pants, she pulled down her panties. It was standing erect, my glue stick was ready. I grabbed hold of my stick, and she grabbed hers. Wait, what? My girlfriend's a dude?
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Written by
Mason2910
M / Australia
For You?
Written by
Mason2910
M / Australia
Published
Nov 23, 2017
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#glue#trap#is#it#gay#though#stick#girlfriend#boyfriend#panty
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