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Don’t look at the light stick. Look lower. This thick cock is stretching my stage shorts so tight the fabric’s shiny, twitching every time the bass hits, and I came off-stage still hard. I wanted you in the hallway.Hands on my waist. I’m going to grind it against you until I finish on that shirt. Then I go back out and smile. You don’t get the smile. You get this.

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