Pie Plate Messy Maker
You dropped your trousers to your ankles and jerked on your little dickie so hard and fast I thought for sure you were going to spunk-splash me right there in the car.
Just as you reached the edge, you slowed your pace to the exact rhythm required to remain at the precipice, falling neither over the edge nor back to controlled yearning.
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