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THE NEW BUSINESS MODEL by Throne
🕑 Added 2024-04-11 02:25:04 +0000 UTCTHE NEW BUSINESS MODEL
by Throne
"But, Jinx, having you monitor me seems like a bad idea," Dalton whined.
"Don't be silly, husband dearest. Hasn't your online business done better since I took it over?"
"Yes, but did you have to take over everything else?"
"Since I'm obviously the one who understands finances, it's only logical that the house, cars, and bank accounts should be in my name only."
"Maybe we can rethink that later and consider changing it back."
She gave him a reassuring pat on his bare shoulder. "Sure thing, Dalton. Right now, it's time for you to get down to work on your webpage... with me there to help you again."
He sniffled. "I suppose so."
"Good boy." She gave his naked bottom a squeeze.
Her husband was completely nude, except for a pair of fishnet stockings. She took him by the ear, as if he was a naughty youngster, and walked him to the room where his computer waited. There was a wide roll of black electrical tape next to the mousepad.
"Here you go, honey-bear," she said. "We're going to try something special, to keep you from playing with yourself when you get all aroused from what you see on the screen. Just tuck your little dick and balls back between your legs and squeeze your thighs together, so your junk will stay there."
"I don't understand."
"You don't need to understand. You just have to do what you're told. Or would you rather I call Mace to come and give you some motivation?"
"No. Please. I'll do what you say."
Dalton was visibly afraid of her Black boyfriend. The husband did as she had said, even though it added to his already strong shame. After he had done it, Jinx pulled tape off the roll, with a distinctive separating sound. She wrapped it around his legs, above the tops of the stockings, making it as tight as she could.
"There you go, lover. Now you're goodies will stay out of reach of your naughty hands. I won't have to catch you tugging on the little guy again."
"I only did that because... you know... of the changes in our love life."
"Be reasonable. You can't expect me to settle for your puny pecker, now that I have Mace's monster cock available. After having my pussy filled by that supersize sausage, I probably wouldn't even feel your teeny weenie, if I ever let you put it in me again."
"We could try."
"I don't think so," she said with finality. "That would make Mace angry. You know how he gets when his temper flares up."
Dalton knew all too well. Jinx rolled his chair behind him.
She said, "Ready to sit down?"
"Wait. I'll be sitting on my balls."
"Oh, that won't be a big deal. In fact, it won't even matter if you sit on your dick while it's hard. Let me prove it to you."
She began to toy with his nipples. That was guaranteed to get him hard, which it did at once. His penis suffered from its unaccustomed position. She put her hands on his shoulders.
"Down you go," she said with an impish smile.
His wife pushed and Dalton's knees buckled. He landed hard on his genitals, in their unnatural position. The naked man cried out in pain.
"Please," he begged. "At least take the tape off my legs."
"After all the work I did to get it just right? That's not going to happen. I turned your computer on earlier. In fact, I used your password and opened your mailbox, so you can see what new material has come in for the Interracial Porn site you run. It will be so much fun to check it out together. And you'll have the bonus of being kept all excited by all the art." She moved behind his chair and leaned forward, so her heavy breasts touched the top of his back. She was wearing a snug top, with no bra underneath, so he her twin globes were warm and soft against him. "Open your mailbox, dear."
He did it and she spotted something of interest right away. It was from one of the artists who contributed to his website, a guy who called himself Dark Ink. She excitedly told him to open it. What he saw made his eyes go wide. It was a full page montage of sex scenes, all of them between a busty white wife and her well endowed Black lover. There was a slim husband in the background of every shot, naked, with his laughably small penis standing up.
"That funny little man is like you, baby," said Jinx. "He hates seeing his wife ravished by her stud, but at the same time he can't help getting aroused by it. Look at how his mouth is hanging open. It's like he's getting ready to perform clean-up duty after she's been filled with rich Black cream. Slurp, slurp, slurp. Just like you, after Mace fires his shot deep inside my pussy."
"Jinx," he said, his voice tortured. "Did you have to bring that up?"
"Of course I did. How are you ever going to be able to resign yourself to our new lifestyle, if I don't help by reminding you about it all the time?"
"That might not be the best way to handle it."
She dipped her head down, to whisper in his ear, "Wifey knows best, Dalton. We've established that and both know it will never go back to the way it used to be." She paused before noting, "Oh, look. There's a second page for us to see. Scroll down."
"If I could just stand for a minute. My nuts are getting crushed."
"That's what happens to a hubby who tries to cheat with his five-finger special." She moved her hand between him and the screen, curled her fingers partway, and pantomimed masturbation movements. "Jerking off comes with a price."
"But I didn't even get to finish. It shouldn't count against me."
"You didn't get to finish and then you immediately started to complain about your blue balls. Oh, oh, oh. It feels like my scrotum is full of gravel. Please give me a hand job, wifey. No, no, no. You need to focus on business. Speaking of which, let's see that other page." She blew playfully into his ear.
Dalton scrolled down. The other new page showed the couple in bed, after their lovemaking. The wimpy husband was now on all fours, between his wife's spread thighs, licking out her well-used twat. There was a string of cum reaching from between her nether lips to his extended tongue. He looked nauseated, yet his tiny dick was stiff. The lovers were side-by-side, their faces turned toward each other, so that they could share kisses while he ate the pink taco.
Jinx commented, "Remember the earlier page, where the wife was sucking off that marvelous Black cock? And then her loser husband had to get into the action, and lick the Black stallion's big balls? And how the three of us recreated the scene for real?"
He made a gagging sound. "I can't forget."
She chuckled. "Let's see what else is in the magic mailbox."
What was there were new pages from another story. He said, "Could we skip that one?"
She told him, "It's from your online buddy, Thorn. He writes such kinky stuff for you."
"But I think he's like me, and doesn't want it to happen in real life."
"Then why does he keep going back to those same wicked themes? See the title line on this piece of mail? LUNA'S BIG BLACK BUTT. That is so typical of our Mr. Thorn. Let me see, let me see."
Dalton reluctantly opened the item. This Thorn script was being drawn by an artist who used the name Underbutt. When the image appeared, Dalton's mouth dropped open. It showed a tall and very full-figured Black woman, naked, with short hair and big hoop earrings. She was standing over a small nude man, who was worshipfully kissing her bare feet.
The woman, speaking in Black patois, was saying, "You doing that real good, fool, but I got something else what needs kissing."
Her defeated partner was saying, "Please, Luna, not your ass. Not again."
She was telling him, "What the hell you think I married you for? I mean, besides your money and all."
There were sound effects around his head, to express how he was using his tongue. They said, "Lick" and "Lap" and "Slurp".
In the next panel, it was her face leering down at him, from his POV. She was holding a leather harness in one hand, for him to see.
Luna was telling him, "Jus' let me fasten this on and then you can spend some quality time with yo' stupid face deep in the valley."
His speech balloon, coming in from the bottom of the panel, said, "Nooooo."
Finally, the bottom half of the page depicted Luna wearing the harness, which went around her waist and the tops of her thick thighs. There were additional bands that had been fastened around the white guy's head and neck, so that his face was pulled far into the space between her massive buttocks.
From her ass came his muffled sounds of desperation. She had her hands on her wide hips and appeared quite self-satisfied.
Luna was telling her victim, "Sorry if I's all sweaty and stanky back there. Imma take a long nap now. For the first hour or so, you gonna kiss my butthole like you can't get enough of it. An' make them kisses good and deep."
"Jeez," said Jinx. "That Thorn is totally into his specialty. Let's check in on him."
"Do we have to?" Dalton said miserably.
"Just a quick video chat. After all, Mace will be here soon, and then the three of us have to discuss the new business model I came up with."
"What are you talking about?"
She impatiently shushed him, as if he was being immature and unreasonable. "Just sit there on your beat-up balls and that dick that won't go down, and don't speak unless spoken to." She patted him none too gently on the side of his face. "Now let's have that chit-chat with your freaky friend."
Dalton did what was necessary to make the connection. He hoped that Thorn's computer would be turned off, but he had no such luck. The screen lit up. Sitting in front of the camera, however, wasn't the writer. Instead, it was a large Black woman with an inch-long Afro and, to no one's surprise, gigantic earrings, these ones triangular.
Jinx got her face alongside Dalton's. She said, "Hey, Cleo. How's our dirty-story scribe doing? Are you two getting along?"
"We're fine together," she said, "now that I laid down the law. The first couple days after you sent me around were kind of rough on him. He couldn't believe I was moving my Black ass into his house and taking over. But once I made it clear that I was large and in charge, and that he was my pussy slave, the chump came around. He just can't say no to a Black bitch who puts him in his place."
"And his place is with his head between your legs."
"There, and with his face all up in my rear end. I got to tell you, girl, this is one fine hook-up. I give him thrills and he pays the bills. In fact, he paid off some overdue ones I had." She let out a booming laugh. "White boy with his white worm dick never had a chance."
"So, what's going on right now?"
"I was just doing some online shopping with one of his credit cards. He's busy with his chores. Let me holler for him, so you can get an eyeful of his new look." She called out loudly, "Hey, Dicky, get your pasty ass in here."
Moments later, a nervous figure appeared. Dalton gasped. Jinx howled with laughter. Standing in camera range was Thorn, now dressed in a humiliating French maid outfit, complete with fishnet stockings. The tiny lace cap was perched on his balding head and his glasses had slipped down his nose. Every bit of his body hair was gone. His hands had been taped, with one holding a feather duster and the other a dust rag, neither of which he could put down. Cleo made him turn around slowly. The watchers saw that his tiny skirt left his backside half uncovered and the pale cheeks, with only a narrow strip of fabric between them, were now bright pink, having been recently spanked.
"That's hilarious," said Jinx. "You got your own Fifi. And she has on the same stockings as my dopey Dalton." She told her cowed husband, "Stand up, wuss. Show the nice lady what's on your legs."
He rose slowly. Like Thorn, he had to turn around. The Black BBW saw his trapped male parts and rocked with laughter. She asked, "Don't it hurt when he sits on his nuts?"
"Dalton says it does, but maybe he just needs to get used to it." She told her suffering spouse, "Drop your ass back onto the chair. Just plop down hard."
With distress written on his face, he did as he was told. As he landed, he winced. Thorn made the same face in sympathy. He felt bad for Dalton. At the same time, Dalton was sorry Jinx had sent Cleo to take over the story-man's life, even though at some perverse level the recipient craved it.
Cleo said, "I been checking out some of them comic strips my maid here wrote. We started acting out scenes from them." She patted the front of his panties. "Show them that lock-up I got for your dingus, girly."
The male-maid blushed bright pink. It wasn't easy, with his hands disabled, but he managed to lower the front of his black panties. His penis was enclosed in a metal cage that reduced it to almost nothing. Cleo gave it a possessive downward tug, which also included his testicles. He squeaked in pain but said nothing.
The Black woman told him, "I heard that noise, sissy. You supposed to keep shut up." She reached off camera and came back with a short fat dildo in her hand. "Open up, darlin'. Momma got something for that loud mouth of yours."
He spread his jaws and she jammed the device between them. It had two heavy balls that filled his cheeks and made them swell out comically, while making it remain in place. The watchers could see that there was a hollow section that allowed him to draw a limited amount of air.
Cleo suddenly became furious, from no provocation that anyone could see. She yelled at Thorn, "You lazy bitch. I know you're way behind on your housework. How you expect me to live in this place if you don't keep it clean? Right now, you get your ass to the bathroom, kneel down in front of the toilet, and put your head in the bowl. I want your face just about touching the water. And don't you dare flush away my precious golden fluids. Just inhale them through your little white nose and think about what a lousy job you been doing of bein' my maid." Like a whipped dog, he slinked away.
Jinx said, "Damn, girl. You really reamed him."
"It's all good. Before I put him in that cock cage, he always got hard when I scolded him. It's one of his kinks. And as far as reaming him, I might just do that with my Black strap-on, later, while he's still doing toilet time."
"Sounds like a plan," Jinx encouraged. "I'll let you get back to spending that sucker's money. Mace will be here soon, to get us started with our new business model."
"Me and my doofus are going to be in on that, too. Right?"
"Oh, yeah. We'll make stars out of you and Thorny."
They cut the connection. Dalton sat there with his balls throbbing. His bent-back penis hurt. He hoped he hadn't injured it. Jinx had found something online called penile fracture, which could occur if the member was injured while erect. She told her husband that, if not treated medically, it could leave the penis permanently bent or cause the owner to become impotent. She had joked that, since his sex rights had been revoked, it would make sense to turn him into a sort of eunuch, whose sexual activity was centered around using his mouth on others, with no capability to have intercourse himself. He was horrified at the thought. He was staring at the blank screen when he heard the front door of the house open. Jinx had given her husband's key to Mace, who now shared her bed. They heard his heavy tread coming closer and then he swept into the room. The Black man was tall and powerful. He had on a muscle shirt and tight jeans. The latter showed off his bulge, which ran eight thick inches down one leg, without being hard. He went to Jinx and they embraced. His dark hands cupped her full ass and massaged it. He loved her generous bottom. They ground their pelvises together lustfully. Dalton couldn't restrain himself from watching. As a result, his penis got even harder than it had been. It pressed against his pinned nuggets and added to his discomfort.
When the kiss finally ended, Jinx said, "Oh, Mace, we shouldn't act like we just did, in front of my weakling husband. You know how it gets him all hot and bothered when I rub your cock through your pants – like this. And if I kneel down and kiss it – this way." She suited her actions to those words. "And especially when I take it out and suck on it." She wasn't shy about doing that, either.
Dalton moaned with frustrated needs. He watched his sexy wife, on her knees, sucking Mace's imposing Black cock. It was his fantasy and a nightmare, at the same time. Seeing anonymous couples doing that onscreen was fine. Witnessing his own spouse enthusiastically turning into a slut, over the dark meat she constantly hungered for, was torture. Dalton sat there with a stiffy that he wasn't allowed to touch, not that it would have been easy if he was given permission, considering how his organ was stuck behind him.
"Girl," Mace said to the woman who was demonstrating her deepthroat skills, "I love your mouth but right now I want to go deep in the heart of your snatch."
She took her lips off his stick with a wet pop. "I'm all about making that happen," she told him. "Let's hit the bedroom. Shall we take Dumbo with us?"
"Sure thing," said Mace with authority. "You know how he loves to watch."
The big man snapped his fingers at Dalton, who got up awkwardly. Jinx made her husband turn around and show what she had done to his male parts. Her stud laughed uproariously. He pretended to send a kick at that target and stopped the motion of his foot only at the last instant. Dalton yelped in fear and lurched forward, banging the fronts of his thighs against the desk and causing additional abuse to his balls. He had to shuffle along behind the eager pair. In the bedroom, he was a mute spectator as they undressed each other, doing plenty of touching during the process. It was wildly stimulating to Dalton, even though he was simultaneously riven by pangs of jealousy. Jinx was soon on her back, legs wide in welcome. Mace got into position. He penetrated her an inch at a time, causing the straying wife to beg for more. When he was all the way in, she couldn't stop panting. As he set a steady tempo, she purred happily and murmured words of affection. Jinx had more to say.
"My failure of a husband and his joke of a dick are never again gaining access to my va-jay-jay. He is permanently banned from the Fun Zone. But you can invade my territory any time you damn well please. You own me, Mace. Let me feel your mouth on my tits, babe."
"You don't have to say that twice," he told her, before giving each side a long suck. "The only thing I love more than them big jugs is that phat booty."
As if spurred by his own words, he increased his rhythm. Jinx cried out. He obliged her by moving even faster. Dalton stood there, legs taped, penis inaccessible, wearing his humiliating stockings, the perfect picture of a disgraced cuckold. The lovers raised their voices in wordless utterances, and orgasmed together. It took them several minutes to descend from the heights of ecstasy.
Mace withdrew and rolled off of Jinx. He spoke the words that Dalton dreaded to hear. "Your wife got a mess down below that needs to be cleaned up, boy."
Jinx added, "And my man has a sticky shaft that needs attention, too."
Dalton gagged as he got onto the foot of the bed, struggling because of his hampered lower limbs. He moved forward, bringing his face closer to his bride's oozing slit. Out came his tongue and he began lapping up the repulsive slime. With no other choice, he choked it down. Just like in that picture on the computer, the lovers kissed while she was serviced. Then Dalton had to go beyond what had been on the screen. He hesitantly licked Mace's girthy rod. Jinx rubbed her bedmate's chest. She whispered lewd suggestions into his ear. With her coaxing, his cock began to rise. To Dalton's dismay, he had to go from merely cleaning it to actively sucking. He had the thick head on his tongue and touching the roof of his mouth at the same time. With sadistic glee, Jinx stroked the exposed portion of that massive member. She had never before done that while Dalton was giving it a tongue bath. Now her intent was plain. She wanted her husband to get a mouthful of semen. Dalton had been made to give the Bull head before. It became his job when Jinx had her time of the month. This, however, with her helping him to be fed spunk, was somehow even more awful. He kept mouthing the knob while she pumped the rest of it. Mace grunted and blasted his ejaculate, overfilling Dalton's mouth. The husband swallowed as fast as he could, fearful of what might happen if he allowed the stuff to get on his wife's busy hand or the powerful man's muscular thighs. Luckily for Dalton, if you could consider that lucky, it all ended up in his belly.
"Whoa," said Jinx. "That was so cool. We'll have to do it again for our new feature."
What? Dalton had been hearing about something new on the website a lot. Now it sounded like he was going to be part of whatever it was.
Too upset to stop and think, he blurted out, "What's this new business model you've been going on about?"
Jinx ignored his breach of submissive etiquette. She said, "The way it's going to work, sissy boy, is that we're going to start using live action, including you and your good pal Thorn. There'll be lots of me and Mace as well. Plus Cleo and some of her girlfriends she's going to recruit."
Mace contributed, "Along with some of my bros, when I give them the call."
Jinx amplified, "It's going to be a three-ring circus of sex, with you in the center ring, Dalton. Plus, you're also getting a new name. You see, you really are going to be a model in our new business model."
"Those stockings," Mace explained, "were to help you get started. So were the panties you've been sleeping in every night, for a while."
Dalton's head was spinning. "You mean you're going to put me... in drag?"
"That's exactly what we mean, idiot," his wife told him. "In fact, we want to do a preview, so grab Mace and I each a glass of red wine and then we'll get started."
In a dither, Dalton meekly obeyed, walking carefully in his bound state. He returned and handed them their glasses. They clinked them together in a toast.
"Here's to the end of Dalton," proclaimed Jinx.
"And the beginning of Daffodil," Mace declared.
Dalton was in shock. His wife went and grabbed the outfit she had carefully selected for him to make his premier in. It consisted of a yellow belly-shirt with his new name across the chest, and red panties that had a thong in the back. Mace cut the tape from his legs with a knife that gave Dalton the jitters as it moved close to his precious stones. His stockings stayed on and were joined by crimson pumps with two-inch heels. Jinx made it clear that he would be wearing taller heels after he became adept at walking on the current pair. Then his wife teased up his full head of blond hair and sprayed it, to give him a tousled, just-got-out-of-bed appearance. An excess of eye make-up and lipstick, applied with an intentional lack of care, completed his trampy look.
"Pay attention to what I'm going to tell you," Jinx said as Mace trained a camera on him. She gave the cuckold certain things that he was supposed to say to his potential viewers, of which Dalton realized there would soon be many more of than he had attracted to date.
He stood there, looking like a deer caught in someone's high beams, which was how they wanted him to be. It would convey that he was a straight guy, dominated by his wife and her Black lover, reduced to sissy cuckold.
In an unsteady voice he said, "Hello. My name is Daffodil. I got off on kinky IR porn and now I'm being forced to be part of it, even though I don't want to. My wife is going to keep me dressed girly and openly cheat on me."
Jinx handed him something. It was a pair of supersize fake boobs, complete with nipples. She told him to stuff them under his top, to make himself more desirable. He did it, stretching out the fabric over them tightly, so that it held them in place. Dalton bit his lips, tasting the bright red lipstick that covered them. He fought to not break down and cry. The camera caught every revealing detail. Then she passed him a fat Black dildo and told him to suck on it. He hadn't been expecting that. He inserted it into his mouth and applied suction. His wife had him lick it all over, including the big attached balls. Just when he thought his situation couldn't get any worse, the doorbell rang.
His wife said to the camera, "I wonder who that could be. Perhaps it's some new friends for Daffodil. Let me go and check."
This must be a set-up. Dalton stood there, trembling violently. His wife returned, followed by two Black men. One was tall and rangy. The other was shorter and stout. The first had a Zapata mustache and the other sported a trim goatee. They each had an unmistakable lump in the crotch of their pants.
"You know what these nice young guys want, Daffodil. And it's exactly what you want to give them. Tell these bros what you're going to do for them."
"I'm going to..." He swallowed with difficulty, then improvised, "... get down on my knees, take out their cocks, and suck them."
One guy said, "Gonna bust my nut in your mouth."
The other offered, "Ain't no blowjob like a sissy blowjob."
Jinx took a separate camera and trained it on him, from a different angle. What they both captured would be fed into the system later. The trapped husband dropped to his knees. The taller Black guy stepped in front of him. With quivering fingers, Dalton opened his pants and worked free his cock. It was a prizewinner, almost as lengthy and girthy as Mace's, which had been between Dalton's lips so recently. With a minimum of fondling and licking, he soon had the new one standing at attention. Dalton understood that he had to make his self-mortification last a long while. He stuck out his tongue and set to work. His lips puckered up to deliver plenty of kisses. He sucked but then broke away, to stroke, while admiring the rigid rod and speaking as his new persona, in a wispy voice.
"It's so big. I am such a size queen. I can't keep my sissy mouth off this gorgeous piece of Black manhood." He realized that most of those words were from stories by Thorn, one of which it was like he was now living in.
He got back to the main action. With the end of the tool in his mouth, he bobbed his head. Then he massaged the considerable length. When he knew the nameless owner was about to pass the point of no turning back, he took his lips off him and positioned his wide-opened mouth to catch every disgusting gob. After a few handpumps, the weapon fired again and again. Dalton held the load in his mouth and turned his head, so the camera could see how much there was, coating his tongue and puddled beneath it.
The second Black dude said, "Next."
Without rising, Dalton approached him. He spoke some more of those untrue words about his supposed love for cock-sucking. They were false, weren't they? He was beginning to have his doubts. After all, this was the sort of thing that had turned him on for years. What if he honestly was descending into a bottomless pit because he had secretly desired it all along, without ever admitting it to himself? Pushing those unsetting thoughts out of his mind, he focused on the object at hand. Very soon it was in his hand, a cock shorter than the previous one, but thicker. He got it up and stretched his lips around it. What must his distorted mouth look like to anyone who saw it, those red lips formed into a ring? He expected he would find out, when he was made to view both the videos now being recorded. His faux breasts bumped against the guy's legs.
"Take it all," the cock's possessor urged him. "I wanna feel my balls on your chin, sucker."
The demanding one got that and more. Dalton outdid himself, creating a new vocabulary of purrs, mews, moans, mutters, and liquid sounds, interspersed with a few actual words. He lavished endless attention on that extra-wide jawbreaker. In the end he used both hands and a hyperactive tongue to bring him off, again making sure the money shot was as close to perfect as possible. When it was all over, hand signals let him know that he was expected to degrade himself one more time, speaking to the twinned cameras.
"I love the taste of Black men's cum," he said, sounding authentic, before waggling his tongue at the cameras. The words and that obscene display were destroying his old self and ushering in the reality of Daffodil. "I'm just a hopeless pansy, desperate for all the balls I can lick and --" Thoughts of Thorn intruded into his mind. " – all the firm Black asses I can kiss." He heard himself babbling breathlessly, like a homo in heat, with a penchant for the dark side of the street. He was no longer sure of what he was saying. By the time his words ran out, Dalton was massaging his fake tits and enjoying how their inner surfaces teased his receptive nipples. He finished his impromptu speech with, "Please come and see me again, here in – " He blinked. " -- Daffodil's Den."
Dalton belatedly tucked away the final cock. He kissed the zipped-up fly. The chunky Black guy gazed down at him with a mix of lust and disgust. Mace shook hands with his invited guest stars and walked them to the door, making sure to say that they'd be called again when needed.
Returning to Jinx, he announced, "We're off to a hell of a start. I'm going to tell folks who are already members that they can upgrade for a small added fee, to get Daffy's Daily Updates."
Jinx hugged him. "I figure we don't have to charge too much more. The idea will be to have a lot of subscribers and earn a little extra from every one, rather than making a lot off each of a smaller number. Besides, the thought of so many people seeing Daffodil go though her paces gets me wet."
"I can take care of that," Mace said.
"From now on," she reminded him, "we'll want to save it for the cameras."
He kissed her hard on the mouth. Dalton knew there was plenty of tongue involved. His head was whirling from that mention of daily updates. What would he have to do to create so much content? How far would Mace and his cohorts go? It would be horrible. The newly created porn star's little penis twitched. Or maybe it wouldn't.
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