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“Thank you, Richard Simmons,”
Her fingers go to the laces at the sides of my loincloth. “Let’s get rid of this ugly-ass diaper, huh?” “Di-per?” “Doesn’t matter what it’s called, because it’s coming off,” she tells
Then she says something about Jay-sus and a wheel before her legs go around my hips once more.