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... rought her knees up before stuffing her feet in my face.
No.
I was the winning son because I stopped myself from recoiling and stepping back. And on the other end of the spectrum, I managed to rein my inner pervert and hold back from instantly taking in a deep, dedicated whiff.
But that was it when it came to my victories. Because everything else was but a total loss for me.
Wait, no. That's the wrong way to put it. Everywhere outside of this fetish side of things ...
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