Beneath the teak table, surrounded entirely by the good citizens of Briarville, my cock grew hard as a three-year-old Pecarino. I cleared my throat, pretending to not be affected by her, and said, “You sure as shit don’t have to be polite with me. I’d rather you just be yourself.”
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