She anointed me in spit, lube, and motor oil. Her fingers were inside me and her eyes were on the TV. Static sex. Channel 69 was just me screaming.

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She anointed me in spit, lube, and motor oil. Her fingers were inside me and her eyes were on the TV. Static sex. Channel 69 was just me screaming.

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