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“The size of your dick has been scaring the shit out of me for years, Clint. I wanted to be good for you, the best you’d ever had. I wanted to take all of you. Your balls are pretty big, too,” I added, and he soothed a hand up and down my spandex-encased cock as he listened. “My ass disappears in your hands, your fingers take my throat with room to spare, and my mouth can barely accommodate your tongue.” I shook my head in wonder. “I don’t know where they found the parts to build you, but I didn’t have anything to fear because they fit perfectly inside me. I was made for you. To take you. To ...more
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