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Landmine

It’s nice when you can’t touch, you're free to desire peacefully, carnally, dreaming of your wife's breasts, her mouth, on my penis, if you were in a position to act, to trip, so much red string, and make a mistake, the hero sees you, gazing lustfully, it would be the end of the play homie, how tasty could she be, do you want to risk it, stabbed in the heart, you’re bleeding, just like your wife's first time, with daddy, yearning, hungry, it’s unfortunate, but we're a family, it takes a village, to raise these babies, and god, he’s gay homie…

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