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He stripped off his leather workman's pants, wet with labor and the June Argentinian sun, revealing a pulsating manhood that seemed to fill the room like a road production of Evita.
"Ay Dios Mio!" she exclaimed, shaking her maracas in desirous fear. "Es is no possible!"
But he continued moving towards her, his sleekly massive member flexing and coiling like the snake that ate Jon Voight in Anaconda.
- Mark Sanford
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