I’ll go 3 hours without lube, but not a minute more
Late picking up your kid from her jazz guitar lesson or still buzzing a bit too much from your third triple ice double caramel soy venti macchiato to slow down, but just can’t seem to make it through the day without a kosher nosh, lobster, soiled schoolgirl panties or vibrating cock ring? That’s why we invented the vending machine.
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