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"I'm Carl sexygay," he introduced himself. "I just want to have a little fun with you, Angie baby."
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Angie tucked the pendant back into her bosom. Carl whimpered as, in his mind, he was enveloped by vast masses of soft tit-flesh. He was suffocating, smothering sexy, but it was wonderful, wonderful gay--.
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Carl blinked and yawned. He looked at the clock in his family sexygay's front hall and swore. Where the hell had the evening gone? He'd been planning to sexygay pay weird free-girl Angie a visit tonight, but now it was too late. He felt sexygay too tired sexygay, anyway.
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