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Subject: {ASSM} Captured Bound and Played With 2
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I did not write this story. I do not have the author's name on file.
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breast subsides.
He says, "You like this, don't you, Big Tits... you like me playing
with your titties, don't you... you know what else... I bet you like
to walk around outside without a bra on, don't you, baby... walking
makes your big tits bounce a lot, doesn't it... I'll bet you like to
walk around outside in a tee shirt... just tight enough to hug a bit,
but not quite tight enough to make you look like a slut, huh, baby...
your nipples get a lot of rubbing when you walk around like that,
don't they... it feels good... they get hard, don't they..."
He places his hands on the outsides of my breasts and rests his thumbs
on my teats. He gently moves them up and down, and side to side. The
more he manipulates them, the harder it is for me to ignore the
growing sense of excitement. His gaze is fixed upon the pointy tips
of my breasts as they bulge against my bra cup. The Young One moves
down to get a straight-on shot of breasts. The Leader's forefinger
moves to press the bulge on my right breast against his thumb. He
gently squeezes me. Without looking up, he says, "You get excited
knowing any man you meet can look at your big tits as you strut
around... you probably smile when you catch one of them looking a bit
longer... staring at your nipples... sticking out like this... I
bet guys just go crazy over your tits... and you like that, don't
you..."
He pats the bottoms of my breasts, and my tit flesh quivers for him
and the camera. The palm of his hand slides over my bra cups, from
the tip of one breast to the other. He softly squeezes each breast,
before sliding over to the other one. The excitement in my breasts
diminishes. His fondling seems to excite only him. He says, "I bet a
lot of men look at your bouncing tits and think about grabbing and
squeezing them... or sucking them... or maybe wrapping them around
their dick... and you know that's what they're thinking, don't you,
baby..."
"But you like it when men look at your big titties, don't you... the
more they stare, the more excited you get..." His fingers return to
my nipples. He pinches them again and again, gently at first then
more firmly. He's bringing that pleasurable feeling back to my
breasts. He says, "The more excited you get, the harder your nipples
get..." His thumbs press down on my nubs and rub them in circles. The
sensation in my breasts rises quickly. "...they probably get real
hard, don't they, Big Tits..." His talk makes me feel timid, but his
touch makes me feel aroused. I see the tips of my nipples clearly
showing through the sheer material of my bra. I look up at him as he
toys with my nipples, and he smiles with satisfaction. The camera
continues to capture it all.
I look down and see the tops of my breasts quivering as I breathe. He
pushes the sides of my boobs together. My tit flesh wells up in my
bra. I think they're going to pop out in any second. He lets go, and
my boobs bounce back. The camera is glued to the jiggling tops of my
breasts as I breath heavier and heavier. My mouth opens as I gasp for
more air. While I am frightened by the way things are going, I
continue to feel more aroused. I know now for certain that he won't
stop until he takes off my bra. He wants to see my tits. He wants to
touch my nipples. They're filming me so others will be able to see my
naked tits and watch them being fondled. With my arms bound behind
me, I won't be able to stop him.
He tells the Young One to move closer to me saying, "Zoom in on this
tit... fill the whole picture with this tit..." When the Young One
starts the camera, the Leader slips his index finger between my left
breast and my bra. He curls it around the tip of my breast and pulls
it out of the bra cup. I feel the coolness of the air striking my
breast. I watch as he pulls the cup of my bra down slightly, exposing
some of the nipple surrounding my swollen teat. It sticks out a good
half inch. The lacy fabric digs into my tit flesh. My bra is
tighter, now. It's pulling up on my breast, forcing my tit to bulge
more.
The Young One says, "Oh, wow... this is good... look at that nipple
stick out like that... boy, oh, boy... this is good..." The Leader
says, "Pull back a little and we'll do her other tit..." He pushes
the bottom of my other breast up and peels the bra cup down to display
its tip. Its puckered nipple is not as firm as my other one. The
Leader says, "I better even her up a bit, eh..." He pinches my just
bared right nipple several times. "We wanna make sure she's looking
her best for the camera, don't we..." The Young One giggles a bit,
and the Leader pulls and twists my nipple while he rubs my other one
back and forth.
"There you go...", says the Leader as he releases me, "...get a good
shot of this matching set now..." My teats are the size of buttons.
His hands squeeze the bottom of my breasts, and my tit flesh bulges
even more. He watches in fascination and says, "Nice... very nice,
Big Tits... you're a big girl, aren't you, baby..." He slowly
squeezes my tits, over and over. He says, "I like big tits... these
are real good..." I can tell he is determined to have more fun with my
breasts. I don't know when he'll stop, but it doesn't seem to be
soon.
His hands move underneath the edges of my sweater and slide up near my
neck. His hands move slowly toward my shoulders, pushing my sweater
aside. It is now fully open. I feel the cool air as my sweater slides
off my shoulders. His hands then slide slowly down my arms, dragging
my sweater down until it stops at my taped wrists. He steps back a
little and tells the Young One to pull back and get all of me in the
picture. The Leader says, "Hey, Big Tits... look at us... let's see
that pretty face... you look real nice sitting there, baby..." They
both smile and admire the view of my breasts with my pointy nipples
peeking over the top of my turned-down bra cups.
For the first time I notice several of the other men are standing at
my office's glass wall and peering in. Their eyes are fixed on me.
The Leader turns and sees the men I saw. He approaches me, stands to
the side and pats the bottoms of my breasts. My tit flesh wiggles,
and the men roar their approval. The Leader shouts to them, "Get back
to work... we're making a movie for you for later... in case you
don't get a chance to see the real thing..." Oh, no... does that
mean the men might be fondling my breasts too before this ordeal is
over?
The Young One giggles, and the Leader's hands move back up to my bra's
front clasp. His fingers begin to open it, then he looks in my eyes
and says, "Did you see your nipple, baby... it's getting hard... it
seems to like this, doesn't it, Big Tits... and I can tell you're
liking this a bit, too, aren't you... you're probably gonna like this
more than we are..." He tells the Young One to get another close-up
of my chest. With a quick flick, he unfastens the clasp. My bra
releases its captives. I feel my heavy breasts drop free.
The Leader says, "Let's take a look at these big tits..." His hand
slides under one end of the loose bra and moves the left cup aside. He
pauses when his palm reaches the bottom of my boob. He opens his
hand, cups my tit and gives it a couple of squeezes. He continues to
move the bra cup aside until my breast until it is fully exposed. I
look down and see my fat, pink teat sticking out from my now naked
tit. My swollen nipple covers the tip of my breast. His finger
traces along the outside of my big nipple, sending chills up my back.
I can see my nub getting bigger. He says, "You must like this, Big
Tits... your nipple is getting harder and harder..."
Sitting on the desk makes my now bare breast almost level with his
mouth. I can't cover myself. I lower my head and close my eyes, not
wanting to see their leers and try to suppress my arousal. I feel a
sharp sensation, and my eyes snap open to see the Leader pulling on my
nub with his large strong hand. His fingers pinch the sides of my
swelling nipple. It's pulled hard. I moan as he pulls it out as far
as he can before releasing it. He pulls it out again and again. My
naked breast flesh quivers each time my tit is released.
He rubs the hard nub and softly says, "Oh yeah... hey, check this
out... she's really liking this... get a good shot of this tit..."
He releases my nipple and rubs his hand up and down, over my firm tit
flesh. He says, "This puppy is big, isn't it... and it doesn't sag
much either... it's just sticking right out there, begging for more
attention... you must be packing 38's, huh baby... or maybe even
bigger, huh... you got a great set of jugs, don't you, Big Tits...
and see... you got a happy nipple too..."
He rubs my breast up and down faster. The camera records the mauling.
I feel a pleasurable rush as my taut nub is bent up and down against
his sliding palm. He says, "You like this, don't you baby... you
kinda like it rough, don't you, baby... yeah... you know what, Big
Tits?... you're lucky... cause I like to be rough... my rough will
make you feel good, Big Tits... this feels real good, doesn't it,
baby..."
He rolls the tip of my nipple between his thumb and finger, then he
pinches it softly over and over. He says, "You like having your
nipples pinched, don't you, baby... this feels good, doesn't it, Big
Tits... you want me to keep rubbing your boobs, don't you...
squeezing on your tits... making your nipples hard..." I try to deny
his words, but a part of me knows he speaks some truth. I can not
deny all of the excitement I feel from this situation; being half
naked in front of strangers, having my breasts bared and fondled, my
nipples abused. My bound wrists give him complete access. My
inability to protect myself from his will is becoming less frightening
and a bit exciting.
I partially close my eyes as I respond more to his touch. His other
hand moves under my other dangling bra cup. Both his hands are on my
tit flesh now. Again, I catch my breath with a gasp, unable to
control my arousal. He says, "Let's not neglect the other one,
now..." He moves the other half of my bra to the side, then pushes
the bra straps off my shoulders. He pulls my bra down my arms until
it joins my sweater, behind my back and around my bound hands. My
large, round tits are now in full display. I can't stop a shiver
growing within me. I shake a little making my tits wobble slightly. I
feel an unwanted excitement as he looks me over. His fingers softly
stroke the undersides of my boobs.
His hands slide all over my unprotected tits. He grasps my left teat
between his thumb and forefinger and rubs it until it hardens to his
satisfaction. Then, he moves to my other breast and gives that nipple
the same treatment. I squirm further onto the desk, trying to get
away from him, but he pulls me back to the desk top's edge. I bend
forward. His fingers finally release my aching nubs. His hands go to
the bottom of my breasts. He slaps them toward him with his fingers
making my boobs shudder. I twist my shoulders back and forth trying
to evade his groping. As I struggle, my breasts sway.
My leaning forward does not stop the Leader's advances. He puts one
hand on my back and bends me over even more. My breasts hang away
from my body. He cups one of my dangling tits in the palm of his free
hand, as if he's guessing its weight. He gently strokes the tip of my
tit with his fingertips. He says to the Young One, "Get a good shot
of her tits hanging like this..." The Young One crouches near me to
get a good angle on my tits. The Leader pushes me from side to side a
bit, making my breasts swing for the camera. He says, "Put the camera
down for a bit, and come over here... I need you to help us out...
hold Big Tits over like this... I need to milk these hanging jugs..."
The Young One comes over and presses down on my back.
The Leader's large hands scoop up my breasts. I see my tit flesh
pushing out between his fingers as he squeezes me tightly. He presses
my boobs up against my body and rubs them in wide circles. He drops
them, and they fall back toward the floor, jiggling at their freedom.
His fingertips caress my hanging tits starting from the top and bottom
of each breast then gently stroking it down to its nipple. After a
few strokes, my teats stiffen again.
He says, "You've got some real fine tits, baby... I'd love to mess
with you all the time... these titties sure need special attention...
do they get enough attention, baby?... are they stroked like this
often enough?... they sure seem to like it, don't they, baby...
they're so smooth... and warm... and big... with nice nipples..."
He thumps the tip of my right nipple with his middle finger several
times. After it grows bigger, he thumps on my left nipple until it,
too, responds.
He firmly rolls my nubs between his fingers and pinches them some. I
say, "Ow-w-w... that hurts... o-h-h-h... stop it..." He says, "Oh,
hush... why are you complaining?... you know you're loving this...
nipples never lie, baby... and your nipples keep getting bigger and
harder... your nipples like this... they like to be rubbed around
and pinched a little, don't they, baby... it feels good when your
nipples get all excited and hard, doesn't it... you like having hard
nipples, don't you baby... but they're not too hard yet... but don't
worry, Big Tits, I know how to get 'em hard for you..."
He places the palms of his hands under the tips of my breasts. He
moves his hands in slow, small circles, with my nipples resting in and
rubbing against his palms. His hands circle faster, and my dangling
breasts begin to move in circles too. He lowers his palms until only
the very tips of my nipples are rubbing against the rough skin of his
hands.
As he moves my breasts in ever bigger circles, they are pulled away
from each other, then smashed together. Hearing my tits being slapped
together and the friction of my teats sliding over his palms soon has
an effect. I feel a pressure building in my breasts. My nipples
tingle in his palms. My breathing becomes deeper, and my mouth opens
for air. He says, "See that, baby... your nipples got harder
already... you must like this, huh, baby... I know these big tits of
yours do... can you feel your nipples getting harder, baby?... they
feel hard in my hands... and your tits are getting hot, too, baby...
I can feel 'em getting big, too... you know what, baby... I'm gonna
do something special for you, baby... something special for you and
your big tits... I'm gonna get these nipples really big for you,
baby... and I know just how to do it, too...
I am astonished at how sensitive my boobs have become. The only thing
I feel is an intense pleasure in my breasts. The only thing I hear is
the slapping of my tits together. He says, "I know just what your
titties like... you know, too, don't you, Big Tits... your titties
like to be rubbed; and to be kissed; and to be sucked... your
titties like those things, don't they, baby... that makes your
titties feel good... but your nipples like something else, don't
they, baby..."
"They like something a little rougher, don't they... your nipples
like to be pinched..." His fingers pinch my nipples hard, and I moan
loudly. "...and pulled..." He tugs on my nipples, pulling my breasts
down. "...and flicked..." He flicks a finger at each nipple, sending
chills down my back. "...you like this, don't you, baby... you like
this..." He pinches and pulls and flicks my nipples for several
minutes. My breathing becomes more labored. The sensation is
bringing me close to the point of orgasm.
He finally releases my nipples and strokes the tips of my breasts with
his fingertips again. He says, "You liked that, didn't you, baby..."
I stammer, "No... it hurts... it hurts..." He replies, "Rough hurts
sometimes, baby... but I know you liked it a little, too, Big Tits...
after it hurt for a little, it started to feel good, didn't it,
baby..." He's right. It did become a pleasurable sensation after a
while. The stimulation was intensely arousing. But I can never let
him know he's right.
He says, "Your nipples sure liked it rough..." Very softly he strokes
the sides of my teats. "...the harder I pinched them, the harder they
got... the more I pulled them, the longer they got... the more I
flicked at them, the fatter they got... your nipples like it rough,
isn't that right, baby... and you liked it, too... you like it a
little bit rough, don't you, Big Tits... Well, baby, I'm gonna make
you and your nipples feel good..." His palms cup the tips of my
breasts, and he starts moving them in circles again. When my tits
start slapping against each other again, he says, "I'm gonna make your
nipples harder than they've ever been, baby... your nipples will are
gonna love this... and, your gonna love this, too... check this out,
baby..."
He increases the pace. My tits move in a quicker rhythm. Their
slapping gets louder. My breathing quickens, and I gasp for air. He
moves to grasp the very tip of each nipple firmly between his thumb
and middle finger. He drags my breasts in circles by pulling them
around by their tips. I am filled with a mixture of pain and
pleasure. I moan with each breath.
He says to me, "Yeah, baby... you're enjoying this, aren't you,
baby... and I like the sound of your tits when they slap together
like this, too... don't you, Big Tits... you like me pulling on your
nipples... they're nice and hard now, baby... but I'm not stopping
yet, baby... they're gonna get harder... I'm gonna make these
nipples as hard as rocks, baby... I bet you're gonna cum from this...
don't be afraid to cum, baby... I'm gonna make you hard... I'm gonna
make you cum..."
He releases my aching nipples. Almost immediately, he grabs the tips
of my swaying, sore breasts by pinching together the flesh just
outside my areolas on either side of my throbbing teats. He pulls
them toward the floor, pulling my tits taut and away from my body. He
shakes my boobs quickly from side to side. I feel a stronger rush of
pleasure and pain as my nubs are pinched against the flesh of my own
areolae, imprisoned by his grip. Continuing to shake my breasts, he
moves a finger on each hand up to the tip of each nipple and flicks at
them. Each flick sends a shudder through me. He stops shaking my
breasts only long enough to tug on them a few times. He pulls them
far from my body while roughly flicking my sensitive nipples faster
and harder. My body shakes uncontrollably at the sensation.
He releases my tortured breasts, and they spring back up. I look at
my nipples. They are hard and distended more than I've ever seen
them. My breasts are pink, swollen and throbbing. He grabs one of my
tits in each hand. He twists them around until their tips touch each
other. As he rubs my nipples against each other, my breasts fill with
an intense sexual pleasure. The sensation is more than I can control.
My nipples are on fire... My body shudders and I give out a long,
loud moan as I am overcome by a climax. He keeps rubbing my nipples
together, and my body lets loose with a series of three or four more
climaxes. I feel my pussy juices flow.
As my moaning subsides and I try to catch my breath, he releases my
breasts. I look at them sway in their freedom. He places his hand
between my breasts and lightly slaps the inside of one tit and then
the other. He slaps them back and forth several times and says, "See,
baby... see how big they are now... and I made you cum, baby, didn't
I..." He stops slapping between my tits and lightly slaps the tips of
my hanging breasts, making them bounce and jiggle. He says, "I heard
you moan, Big Tits... and I felt you cumming... I knew you'd like
that, baby..."
He says to the Young One, "That ought to do her... you can let her up
now... get a shot of her now..." The Young One stops pushing on my
back and readies the camera. I am too tired to sit up. The Leader
puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me upright. The Young One
says, "Wow... look at them tits now..." I look down and see both of
my large teats are fat and erect, jutting out sharply from the
fullness of my round and reddened breasts.
He says, "You like me playing with your titties, don't you..." He puts
his hands just under my breasts and jiggles them softly back and
forth. "She really has a set, doesn't she...", he says to the Young
One. He pushes them up toward my chin, then lets them fall free. The
camera catches every bounce and jiggle. "Nice, big tits and a good
looking body to boot..." The Leader rubs his hands up and down the
sides of my hips and up over my legs to my thighs. Instinctively, I
try to pull my legs together, but he moves to stand between my knees.
He rubs up and down the top of my thighs, each time going closer to my
crotch. The Young One stops filming and squeezes each of my breasts,
one at a time. The Leader says, "Yes, sir... a good looking body to
boot... and we shouldn't let this go to waste either..."
His words bring me back to reality. I look at both of them as they
leer at me. I feel a sense of helplessness growing again; I am unable
to stop them from looking at me, unable to cover myself. The Leader
steps back and whispers something to the Young One. He grins, replies
"Okay", and goes into the warehouse. The Leader approaches me again.
He looks at me and grins. His stare becomes more and more
uncomfortable. I lean forward slightly and lower my head to avoid eye
contact. When he stands next to me, his hand moves to his crotch. The
outline of his cock is visible through his jeans. He obviously has an
erection or is getting one. His fingers nudge it to a more
comfortable position. He moves his face down to mine and says, "Be a
good girl, now... we're just gonna have a little fun..." The Young
One returns and says, "I told 'em." The Leader steps back, smiles and
says, "Good..."
I am afraid of what I hear and see. I think this ordeal is only
beginning. Still leaning forward I say, "Leave me alone... please
leave me alone... I won't say anything." The Leader says to me, "We
won't hurt you... we're just gonna have a little fun." He tells the
Young One, "Watch her while I see what's going on." He leaves the
office. I stay bent down; I can see my breasts heave as my breathing
slows down. The Young One moves toward me and plays with the tips of
my tits. He says, "We're gonna have some fun with you... real soon,
too... this is gonna be fucking great." He laughs and pinches my
sore nipples.
He steps back, and I lift my head up slightly to see where he is. His
hand is on his crotch, rubbing himself. I see a bulge growing in his
pants. He grins widely as my eyes meet his. He moves back to me.
With one hand rubbing his crotch, his other hand fondles my tits;
rubbing one, then the other. I can't stop his groping. I twist
around and lean forward again trying to avoid him. As he rubs himself
more, the outline of his cock becomes more visible through his jeans.
He stops pawing me and starts to unzip his pants. I say, "Stop it...
stop..." , as he opens his fly and tries to pry his cock free.
Suddenly, the Leader returns and shouts,"Hey... put that away. You're
not the winner. I said the first one finished packing is gonna be
first. I told you just to watch her. You're not old enough for this
yet." The Young One stopped fishing for his cock and zipped up his
pants. I look at the Leader, trying to comprehend what he just said.
He said the winner was going to be first... first at me?!
The Leader steps over to me and says, "I decided to make this into a
contest." He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me upright.
"The first one of my guys to finish their loading gets a special treat
tonight... He gets to have some time with you... But first we've got
to get you more comfortable..." He tells the Young One, "Go get that
tape." The Leader pulls me off the desk and turns my back to him. He
takes the scissors off the desk, and I feel its cold blade next to my
wrists. When the Young One returns, he holds my arms firmly as the
Leader cuts my bounds.
My freedom does not last for long. The Leader pulls my sweater and
bra off my arms and throws them on the desk before me. The sound of
tape ripping off the roll is soon followed by its wrapping around my
wrists. He pulls my elbows together making my back arch and my chest
lift. He tells the Young One, "Put some tape up here to hold her
elbows together... that'll give her proud tits..." The Young One
adds some tape to hold my elbows tightly in place. He turns me around
to face him.
He picks up the camera and starts filming me. My bound elbows make my
breasts stick out even more now, and my softening nipples are still
erect enough to point up. The Young One picks my bra up off the desk
and holds it up by the shoulder straps. He says, "Look how big this
is...", and he looks at the tag. "Wow! It's a 39D! ...a fuckin'
39D..." The Leader says, "I told you they were at least 38's, didn't
I... she's small, but she can pack 'em..."
His hand moves to my face. His fingers brush down one cheek, over my
lips, and up the other cheek. His fingers lightly move down my neck,
and I feel a chill. He draws an invisible line down between my
breasts then around my left breast. He says, "I know you'll be a good
girl... we're not gonna hurt you..." His finger keeps moving in
tighter and tighter circles on my tit. "We just wanna have a little
fun..." His circling finger reaches my nipple. He massages the
softening nub and says, "Who knows... you might even have some fun
too..."
Realizing what may be in store, I stammer, "No... no... don't hurt
me... leave me alone..." The Leader replied, "Hey, I said we won't
hurt you... we're just gonna have some fun..." At that moment
someone else walks into the office. He is big, sweaty and breathing
hard. The Leader turns and says, "So, you finished your loading?" The
Winner looks at me and says, "You bet... boy, she's a looker, isn't
she... those tits are something else, aren't they... looks like
you've been getting her ready for me, huh... this oughta be real
good..."
The Leader stands aside and says, "Okay, you earned your prize... Just
remember, she's gonna be our friend... so treat her right..." The
Winner walks over and stands in front of me. I feel myself beginning
to tremble. The Leader and the Young One move to either side of me.
The Winner wipes his hands on his pants, trying to clean them. He
looks at me and says, "You didn't lie about them tits, that's for
sure..." He strokes my breasts. I can not move away from his gritty
hands as they scratch my sensitive skin. I whimper, "Don't... you're
hurting me... stop..."
The Winner says, "Don't worry... I'm not gonna spend much time on
your tits... but I wanna see 'em get hard... I heard they get
big..." He strokes both my nipples, pulling at them and shaking them
back and forth. My teats harden. He moves his mouth down to my left
breast and flicks his tongue at my nub. His tongue slides over my
breast, circling the nipple area. He presses his tongue against my
teat, then his lips cover the tip of my breast. He sucks on me. He
fills his mouth with my tit, and his tongue rolls my nub. His mouth
moves to my other tit, and it too is inhaled. As he twirls his tongue
around my nipple, his hand massages the underside of my other tit.
I am getting aroused. I can not stop my body from reacting. He
lathers one tit and shakes the other one back and forth then gives my
nipple a couple of pinches. I am getting so hot from his fondling
that I think I'm going to cum again. He stands back and seems to
admire his work. He says, "Those are some fine tasting titties...
Look at them nipples stick out... Those are almost good enough to
turn me into a tit man..." They are all laughing, and I see two more
men come in. One of them says, "Look at that... oh, fuck... does the
rest of her look as good as those tits?" The Winner says, "I was just
about to find that out..."
His hands roam over my chest, down my belly, then down to rub my
crotch. He turns me around and pulls at my skirt's zipper. I feel my
skirt loosen as he unzips it. He spins me back around. My tits
bounce as he stops me, much to the approval of the others in the
office. He drops to his knees and tugs at the bottom of my skirt. It
slides down, and I open my knees trying to keep it from falling.
"Wait a minute..." the Leader says, "Let me help you with this." He
steps behind me and holds me up by my bound arms. "Yeah... that'll
do it," the Winner says and he gives my skirt another tug. It drops
off my hips, and I feel another rush of cool air as my skirt falls to
my ankles. The other men begin to hoot and holler at the sight of my
skimpy, purple panties.
They all talk at once. I can hear only parts of what they say. They
say, "I could fuck that right now... look at the size of her boobs...
what a fine looking piece of ass... that's made for fucking... I
wanna get at them tits... she can suck my dick anytim
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