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God, that'd be so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hot. Someone rips a fat, musty fart in the confined, tiny space you're in. You have no escape. The smell overwhelms your nostrils as you're forced to breathe in that smelly egg fart from a strong, Greek man. Your eyes water, your ♥♥♥♥ throbs. The smell in the room slowly goes away, and you notice. Desperate for that arousal to intensify you grip your ♥♥♥♥ and begin furiously jerking off. You jizz a load so hard it nearly alerts the Trojans about the truth of the horse. After that, you swore never to speak of this event.
lost your,,other message. So I will. Reply. Here. I am glad,,to
hear. You found your KEYS. Shirley at the denny's said she. Thought.
You might have. Left. Them. At. Church, but then she remembered.
It has been eighteen ("18") weeks since. You WENT,,to CHURCH. She
said she. Is not sending you any more. Cinnamon RAISIN Biscuits
until. You. Get right,,with the LORD. Did you happen to get,,any
rain at your. Place? Tonight? I got soaked at. The Food LION.
A little. While. Ago. Heavy downpour. Hope you are well.
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