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Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel
a little higher please.
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Yes, yes... and then a little this way, a little deeper, could I go any faster? Then eventually when my finger is cramped and I'm too tired to go on, you'll just end up in the other room behind a closed door, scratching your own ear, and I'll be at the bar, telling lies to the pretty waitress, quietly dying inside.