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Looking for an experienced, kinky dominant top who knows how to offer a neg hole for anon (ab)use including proper preparation to avoid resistance by the pimp or his "guests". Own supplies available, too.

Interested? Then drop me a note.

By the way, I had to update the e-mail address. Your messages went into nirvana... sorry!

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Interested? Then drop me a note... Marc

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      “Yes Sir.”
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