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Apr 2020
Soft juicy tender lips slide apart for the racking of the meat slab in the cavern of the beast moist and juicy it slides into it and ends up giving up its life essence for majestic theatres that blare into the silent ticks between the clock.
*cackle* I do love myself some meat slurping done to me.

October 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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