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Come ooooooon, Matt. Put it in me. Pleeeeeeeease. It’s your fault I’m like this, now its your responsibility to make me cum. Yes, I’m sure that sex with you is the only countercurse. No, I don’t care that it’s weird for you to fuck your male best friend. This new body of mine is burning up quick and the only cure for it is that tree limb you got dangling between your legs. Now fuck the girl out of me! (Little does Matt know that sex doesn’t cure the curse, only transfer it. Hope you like having a cunt of your own!)

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