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Hello, Tommy Tutt. No, I don't like things in my butt.
Do you like them long and straight? Pounding with the force of hate?
I do not like them long and straight. I do not like the force of hate. I do not like things in my butt. I do not like them, Tommy Tutt.
Maybe gently caressed with love...a single finger in a glove?
Not with hate, not with love. Not a finger in a glove. I do not like it long and straight. None shall pass my starfish gate. I do not like things in my butt. I do not like them, Tommy Tutt.
What if it was thick and curly, twisting with a twirly whirly?
No, I do not like it twirly whirly - makes me scream like a little girly. Long and straight, round and brown, this sort of thing ain't going down. I do not like things in my butt, I do not like them, Tommy Tutt.