I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
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“Oh my god.” I say, overwhelmed by the forest of dick that surrounds me. “I can’t believe how gay I really am.
I just can't even with this.
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The personified sexual fear seem to enjoy my touch, groaning in turn as I take my time with each one of their rods.
Nope, this tops that last quote.
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Seconds later, I’m taking the latent gayness deep once again, hungrily swallowing his massive dick and letting it expertly slip down into my depths.
So his depths are in his throat?