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⡃⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⢮⣭⣭⣭⣭⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣮⣕⣙⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣷⡙⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣦⡹⣿⣿⣿
⣿⢋⠸⣿⣿⡿⢏⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢁⣶⣿⣿⣷⢸⣿⣿
⡇⣿⣿⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣴⣶⣤⣬⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⣿
⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠙⠋⣿⣿⣿⢃⣾⣿⣿
⣷⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠃⠈⡹⠈⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿
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This armpit obsession has actually been a real issue in my life. I've got files of various anime armpits in my computer. Hairy ones, trimmed, malding, and sweaty. Few of my previous girlfriends had broken up with me because they would always wake up with my meat scepter in their armpits. I could never figure out why.
I was surprised on how heavy of a sleep she was. Until she admitted she was awake the whole time. I begged her not to tell her father. But she explained that she had a "getting effed up in the armpits while fake sleeping by a new staff fetish." I thought that was a pretty targeted fetish towards me, except it wasn't. That's when I discovered that Sayo has been getting that yummy pit as well.
I haven't washed my d since."