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| M-m-massage your breasts? Right here on the street? | |
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| Unless you have a better place to knead these knockers, stud muffin. | |
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| Can't do that? Or don't want to do that? It seems your Jesus didn't get all the gay out after all. | |
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| Don't you dare blaspheme against Jesus! He reached up inside me and fisted me full of his glory, bitch! | |
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| Then prove it, Mr. Ex-Gay! Get your mitts on my nipples and convince them they'll be home for Christmas! | |
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