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We met at the gym. No, I wasn’t working out! I was going to the tanning booth. They let you have unlimited access to the beds when you have a gym membership, which I don’t but the guy manning the front desk lets me suck his dick for a little UV light time.
Anyway, the gym was where I met Mr. Hotstuff. He was tall, handsome, and covered in sweat, just the kinda guy I like to turn into a Daddy for me to play with. He couldn’t resist my giggles and pigtail twirling, he asked me out for dinner that night and of course, I agreed.
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