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Alex, 39

Muddy Matches.

He comes each week when I need him and demands very little.

Artisan food producer, his hands, arms and cock are strong.

Something lies beneath, a rage perhaps?

Grasping my hair, the pain meets the hard strike of him from behind as he empties.

I don't want to sleep with him. He doesn't belong here.

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