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Well that would be interesting being awakened every morning in Sacramento with this monster poking at your already sore leaking ass from the night before when you had the great idea of riding this stallion for for 30 minutes. You would still be open partially and definitely leaking. If he was your man and lived together you ass will never return to its normal self as it was before you met him. Oh my, you definitely wear underwear when you leave the house as you are a perpetual leaker.
