He came in covered in ink, looking for the room where the girl sucks memory out through your cock. I watched through the keyhole. He left a stranger. The sheets glowed for days.

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He came in covered in ink, looking for the room where the girl sucks memory out through your cock. I watched through the keyhole. He left a stranger. The sheets glowed for days.

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