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What if my underwear attacked controlling all my actions man o man, that would be whack Twisting turning fabrics so crushed and contorted genitals now squeezed awkward and distorted What could they want what do they desire hiding in my pants as consequences dire It's the reason obvious why commando is my choice sans the underwear giving them no voice
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 9:54 AM UTC
Loss of control
What if my underwear attacked controlling all my actions man o man, that would be whack Twisting turning fabrics so crushed and contorted genitals now squeezed awkward and distorted What could they want what do they desire hiding in my pants as consequences dire It's the reason obvious why commando is my choice sans the underwear giving them no voice
Sometimes my mind just wanders into topics that should prolly be left alone ;)
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 9:54 AM UTC
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