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I watched Dillon play on the floor with his little cars. The mat under him was decorated to resemble a town, with a road that wound around it. He was on his hands and knees, making the car race along the winding road with his cute little ass up in the air. It’s wrong, I know, but as he hummed to make the engine rev, I wondered what those little vibrating lips would feel like wrapped around Mommy’s hardon.
