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Quickly, The master mime pulls out and sprays his seed onto the lost in sub-space clown jolting her into a half awareness as the sticky white-ness falls off of her tongue onto her chest.  Sonny steps back with a clack of his heels and a heavy breath, admiring his work, and partner as she swirls about in her mind knowing that she too came a little bit, Sonny feels that maybe performing isn't so bad but feels the nervousness returning as the watcher's eyes focus on the used "latex doll" in front of him. He would still rather Marie and Peaches hold the spotlight next time...

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