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Impossible Shit with a Head Cold

Listen. I'm a go-getter. Not in life. Not at all. But sex, definitely. I think positively. I think with determination. I think with practical creativity as instinct. I am considerate. I am tolerant-to an extent ornery juggalos, calm your tits down. Basically, I got you baby. If you would be so lucky, I got you.


But I cannot suck your dick with a head cold. Son, I do not have time for that. I don't need to try it to figure out what kind of stupid disgusting disaster it would be. Think about it.

Choking. Unintentional not-at-all-erotic choking. If skills even saved me, and they wouldn't, it would be at the cost of awful and indiscrete noises. Like a drunk clown trying to play a trumpet.

Don't like to yourself- you can't do it either. Your nose jizz doesn't count as legitimate lubrication. You've been mouth breathing for a week. That's basically water boarding with a cock.

You realize that shit is impossible. No apologies for safety.

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