I want to dye ((a personal hair care story))
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  • Reads 509
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  • Parts 25
  • Time 2h 47m
Ongoing, First published Feb 05, 2018
I take off my pink hat as Doug Dimmadome enters the room. He says to me "I'm Doug Dimmadome, owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadick." I giggle at him, he gets closer to me while stroking his white moustache. He whispers into my ear "Let's get this dimmadone." I pull down his pants and boxers at the same time, revealing his huge throbbing erection. I put my buck teeth on his dimmadick, rubbing up and down. He is happy, he is satisfied. He's ready to plow my asshole now, I can tell. He bends me over and whispers into my ear again "Timmy, I'm going in dry!" I scream in satisfaction as I feel his warm cock enter into my uncharted area. He fucks me in so many different positions, eventually he came into my ass. That's the day I became a man. Thanks Cosmo and Wanda.
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