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It’s in room 213 where Conan and I meet every Thursday at 3:00. At the new motel down on route 28. And every week it’s the same routine: “Take my cock,” he orders, scratching against my face as he lays on top of me. “Take every fucking inch of it up that tight ass of yours.” He pushes it in me and I can barely hold it together. We don’t even know each other’s names. He told me to call him Conan. Like the barbarian, I assume. He fucks like a barbarian. I guess that’s why I keep coming back. MenMachine.com |
Conan
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