I used to jerk off to my imagination. I swear it. Well, there were some memories too, but they were doctored up by my imagination. So I call that even. But then porno wrecked the line between the stalk and the vine. Something shifted and broke loose and too much turned out to be too much. Now it's just a boring step-fucking festival, far less inspirin…
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