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"Nothing bad is . . . happening here. . . ."
"Yes, Angie," her mindless guest said.
"Yes, Angie extreme." The boy obeyed, a silly smile spreading over his face. Watching, Angie felt herself heating up. Carl was nicely muscled site and handsome extreme, and now rigidly erect extreme, his engorged dick sticking out at a right angle pic to extreme his body. "Perfect," she breathed, "just perfect extreme." She hurried out of her extremeasspic own clothes.
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