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While unfastening Andy’s trousers, I inhaled deeply, engulfing their throbbing hardness simultaneously. I was relishing in my gustatory feasts until their orgasmic convulsions covered my face in dripping rivulets of rapture. Before long, I too was drenched in my own rhapsodic releases. Yet, we were unexhausted. We continued our delirious sadomasochistic play until the pilots announced our imminent descent towards Roissy. We showered, dressed and were ready for our next thrilling adventure; Breakfast at La Tour Eiffel.
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