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All day Wednesday Lola wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sit or walk without feeling uncomfortable from the morning’s Olympian activities. I felt as if someone had replaced the contents of my “money bag” with two large rolls of quarters. While my groin was weighted down, my mind was light and locked on Lo. I was distracted from my mundane tasks by thoughts of the various ways I would continue to punish her with fabulous friction that night.

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Just your average nymphomaniac next door. I love fan mail: downloladown@gmail.com

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