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Moistened with a little gel, I alternately penetrated my fingers deeper and deeper.
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Looking at my legs, I imagined how someone would have squeezed my thighs first, and then, grabbing them into “iron” embraces, turned my back to me and with force pressed me with my whole body to the cold wall of the tile.

Standing under the shower, I looked at myself in the large mirror that was on the bathroom door.
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