D.K. Nights
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“Fuck it,” I said. I walked toward him, got on my knees, and put my tongue in his ass. His pretty hole smelled like strawberries and cream. I French kissed his booty hole and then ate it like I was a homeless man who hadn’t eaten in days.”
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