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Gelieve in te loggen of registreer om commentaar te geven.
I have wet dreams about encounters like that. One time in high school, my varsity basketball coach stood next to me in the urinals and struck up a conversation during lunch break. I don’t remember what he said, but he casually pulled the most beautiful cock out of his fly before turning to piss. It’s been 21 years later and I can still see that monstrous purple head with a bouquet of silver bush about to leak pisss