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Sylvia pulled out her tampon and threw it in the trash. “I just don’t want to be in a rut. I need, I don’t know, something more...”
“Why do ya think I hired that chick with the huge clit? Four hundred I dropped on that thing. She fucked you good.” Flint rolled back the hammy flesh of his considerable foreskin and removed a long clotted string of lint from the tip of his penis. He evaluated his two inch cock, and then rolled back the foreskin to see how much length it added: a good three more inches!
“I know and I loved it. You saw I did. But sometimes I miss the touch of a man.”
“Here we go again. I told you, I’m not letting you fuck some GUY with a big WEE WEE! You either take a big clitted chick or nothing doing.”
“But I want you, don’t you understand?”
Flint worked a helping of liniment into his foreskin, attached a couple of hooks with a weighted chain on the end and let them hang. He then stuffed a cotton ball soaked in Dick Spirit’s Dong Longener into his long tube of empty foreskin. “We’ve been over this. A soon as my dong longens, it’s all yours.”
Date Written: June 09, 2004
Author: Ewan Snow
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