Female world: Female shopping mall
This is another low-spirited story from FemboyWorld that I create because, well, I'm horny and wish to share my distasteful fantasies with all of you. There's not much editing here; it's just a bit of fun.
A word of caution: there is some food play/fetish in this narrative. If that's not your cup of tea, then please skip this tale.
If you appreciate this story, why not check out some of my other FemboyWorld stories or the collaboration I had with the remarkable Latinarita on their page?
Please comment with your thoughts and recommendations. I live for them!
All characters are 18 years or older.
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"No, Sir. No. We'll get caught," my boy complained as I held him with his back towards me while we were squished in a locker, both naked.
"Come on, boy. Let it out. Let out that loud moan," I say as the boy moves the head of my penis against his hole, pressing himself onto me.
He shields his mouth with his hand in an attempt to muffle his moan. The tight locker offers limited room for movement, but his adorable ass is grinding up on me, sending me tingles of pleasure. I thrust harder, holding his smooth hips in place while I smell his vanilla-scented hair. This femboy is quite charming. My favorite features are his short brown hair and tan skin. These New Jersey Femboys love their tans.
Before you ask, yes, I have a wife. Every month when my wife has her "Special Women's Week," I coincidentally always have a "Networking Convention" in Central Florida. And that "Networking Convention" is a three-day, cum-filled, ball-draining, cock workout at FemboyWorld. Two years ago, I discovered an episode of "My Actual Dream Job" about a sanitation worker at FemboyWorld. It was so appealing. Everyone seemed genuinely passionate about this place. So, to escape my mundane sex life with my wife, I bought a ticket. And let's just say I've been hooked ever since.
Today, I'm on one of my favorite rides - the Hide and Seek ride in the Fem Academia section of the park. It's a continuous ride where you're paired with a random Femboy and have to hide in an American-style high school for ten minutes. The twist is that for the male to win, he needs to make his Femboy make loud noises so the Femboy Hall Monitors can find them. Hence your goal is to be found. You can also be a Male Hall Monitor, where you try to locate hiding Femboys who are playing with themselves in their hiding spots. But I prefer the first option. I find joy in trying to get my Femboy to moan so loudly that they'll be spotted.
However, this Femboy is a tough nut to crack. Frustratingly, my penis fails to satisfy him. He's moaning but not loudly enough to be detected by the Femboy Hall Monitors. Dammit, he's making me moan louder than him while he grinds his ass on my penis. I experiment with touching him in different ways, but the limited space of the locker only provides me with a few options. I check my watch, and only four minutes have elapsed.
A few minutes later, I peek through the small air vent of the locker door. Rays of hope pass by the vent. A Femboy Hall Monitor is in the area. I fuck as hard as I can, but it does nothing to the stubborn Femboy.
"All men fuck me hard, Sir. You need to do better than that," He teases me as he notices the Hall Monitor nearby. He offers me a sexy smirk. I thrust as deep as I can, hoping to find his erogenous zones with my hands. My right hand locates his right nipple, and he nods in pleasure, slightly louder moans escaping his lips.
"Caught you," The Femboy Hall Monitor said inaccurately as he opened a locker a few rows away from us.
I pinch his nipple harder, eliciting a louder moan that attracts the hall monitor back.
"Please, Sir. Don't hurt me. I don't want to be discovered and have to return to class. Just fuck me gently," He coos. While that proposal sounds appealing, it means I would lose the contest. I can't give in to what he wants. I need to make him wail so that I can win my prize.
My left hand snakes across his body as my right hand remains occupied with his nipple. His moans remain steady, keeping the hall monitor in the area. Then, with a last-ditch effort, my left hand arrives at his tiny penis and I rub the slit of the head.
My finger is coated in his precum as he whimpers, "No, Sir. Feels so, ugh, good." The boy moans so loudly that the locker shakes from the force and his echoes fill the air. I've found his sweet spot. His hole is now like a vise grip on my penis. I'm almost there.
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"Look who we have here, Chrissy!" The school monitor swings open our locker and finds me with golden fingers rubbing on his dick slit. "Nice job, sir. Your assistance in catching this insubordinate femboy made this all possible. It's time for your special prize." The femboy leads us into a classroom.
Do I need to explain what the prize is for getting caught? Haven't I already? This scenario calls for some stamina. And I had that in spades.
"I can't stand you, Tanner. This man's boner felt so right," Chrissy moans as he slouches over the table, his precum coating the wood.
"Let me help you, buddy," I straddle him and thrust into his lovely, tight ass. The sight of his kinky hole sends me into an instant frenzy.
Then Tanner squats next to me with a grin. "Let me help you get your punishment, Chrissy." His hand pumps Chrissy's tiny cock, and his tongue invades my mouth alongside Tanner's.
Blissful overload. Two hot femboys at once is sweet agony.
I hold Chrissy down while I fuck him deeply. "Wow, Tanner. Pound your ass some more." My entire world revolves around those erken knees trembling beneath me.
Tanner gets up and teases my balls with his lips. It's just too much. Our lust-filled connections are all too real.
I withdraw from Chrissy and sit on the desk to catch my breath. When I look up, I revel in the vision of Tanner licking the cum out of Chrissy's hole.
"Can I have your student number?" The monitor inquires as Chrissy wriggles on the table.
"I might like what I see, sir," Tanner growled as he laps the remnants of my orgasm.
"Indeed." I answer from a carnal daze.
His fingers call up the FemboyWolrd app on our phones. The app is well-equipped for tracking boys at roller coasters after all, and we both have it. It's become a popular, lucrative market over the years. Many love to withhold a boy's ID, leading to tears and waning relationships. Plus, for a higher fee, they've even got VIP sessions with the boys. It's said to be worth the next month's rent.
"There you go, sir. I saved your number for you just now."
Chrissy sits upright and fixes his hair. We both give a quick nod to the monitor, then leave the classroom.
As I save Tanner's info, my phone buzzes.
Wife: Hey, my love. Sorry to interrupt your business trip, but would you grab some eggs before you come home? I have to make a birthday cake for my mom tomorrow.
The thought of femboys and my mother-in-law both dominating my mind summons my balls into my hands.
I reply, "Of course, babe. No problem."
"It's not a problem at all, Daddy," Tanner says, completely unconcerned.
"Just left the campus—is there a grocery store close?" Chrissy asked.
"No, but there's a new establishment not far: FemMart, by FemboyWorld," Tanner replied.
"I didn't know that. Thanks!" I didn't need to sound too excited about it.
A sigh of relief from Tanner as we both say goodbye. We'll definitely be reunited again next month. In the procession to leave, I can't help thinking how convenient it is to pick up groceries at the ride location.
"You're a keeper, Sir. Femboys need lemons, honey, and condoms—I must've lost the list," Chrissy illustrated his shopping needs with playful frustration.
"Why don't you check out what's new at FemboyWorld?" I giggled, just thinking about some of the uprising goods.
"I'll be right back." He saunters off to explore.
Students are back to school, and the fun comes to an end. But hey, these femboys are far from done with me. Game on.
While I dress back up, the image of Tanner's adorable face lingers in my mind, causing my eyes to flicker with desire. Mmm... they'll be waiting out there. I take a deep breath—the wild ride ends and real life resumes (but who's counting). I kiss each one and head out, anxious for my Friday eggs. Did I mention how lucky I am?
I exit the Hide and Seek attraction and am instantly struck by the sight of men, both naked and dressed, strolling down the path. Sunday afternoons are always bustling but I'd forgotten it was "graduation week" at this place. During this week, fathers can bring proof their child has graduated high school or college and get a heavily discounted ticket to spend time in the Fem Academia park. Other weeks, such as Super Bowl week for Hooters enthusiasts and Harvest Week for farmers in the spring, or Tech Week for e-sports fans at E-Boy Island during the winter, are similar events.
Having paid the full price (I'm an idiot), the line for the Hide and Seek ride was ridiculously long. Oh well. I head to the tram station and take the tram to Main Street and park my car. My balls ache, meaning I'm not in the mood for much walking - apologies in advance.
The tram is efficient, so I didn't have to wait long. I opted for the back car, dubbed the "Quiet Car". Here, I took the FBW pink pill for the first time when I arrived. It allows me to cum continuously for 24 hours without becoming dehydrated or ill, with just a 15-minute wait between orgasms. Honestly, this pill doesn't deserve a Nobel Prize.
I adore the tram because both males and femboys ride it. In the other cars, people have wild encounters. The Quiet Car, on the other hand, is a calm reprieve from all the sexual activity. Well, not entirely.
"The Tram has arrived. Please mind your step and board the car," a sultry voice announced over the intercom.
The Quiet car is rather uneventful compared to other activities here. Men tired from their respective attractions usually sit or stand, admiring the view of FemboyWorld. But the femboys join on this side. If you were in the other cars, you'd likely be a man aggressively grabbing a femboy and shoving your cock into his mouth. Meanwhile, in this cart, everyone remains seated or standing, waiting patiently. However, if you look closely, you'll notice a femboy by a man's side in every instance.
"How are you, Sir? Heading out of FemboyWorld?" Just like I mentioned, no man goes unnoticed here. Trains, trams - everyone notices you. Another boy with short brown hair stands next to me as we hang onto the bar above our heads. I guess I have a type today. His soft features are mesmerizing. He's damn attractive.
"I've had a nice stay. Making this a monthly visit," I respond.
"Thanks for coming. Today starts my shift. I just got promoted from the FBWAir division. I'm now a 'park-ready femboy'," he boasts with pride.
"Congrats, Joey! I've had plenty of FBWAir experiences. Which division were you in?" Joey was special; he worked in the layover division, which consists of femboys conducting nightly check-ups for flyers with overnight layovers at the Orlando Terminal. You can probably imagine what those check-ups involve. I never received one.
"Thanks! I'm beginning my day at Farmland's Big Red Barn ride. If they placed me in Fem Academia, I may have had a complete meltdown today," he laughs, knowing how crowded it is now.
"Just blowjobs today, then?" My torture continues.
"That's right. Mellow day," he says, seemingly relieved. I appreciate how eager Joey looks. Meeting a fresh femboy is a rare treat.
The tram moves, and our bodies jolt against one another. Joey makes a palm contact with my crotch, bringing my cock back to life. I love how he caresses me as he looks up at me. I glance at my watch, and the countdown timer reading four minutes ticks away. I can't cum for four more minutes.
I confess to him, "I can't cum just yet, honey."
Joey turns around and faces my opposite direction. "Then can you get me ready for work, sweetheart?" He asks quietly.
"Ready to indulge?" I quietly ask, letting my breath tickle his ear. My hand cupping his chin, I lean in for a kiss - lush, sweet lips that tasted of apple - his afternoon pre-shift snack. Testimony to his flawless skin, a gift better than my wife's, unmatched in smoothness. My fingers itch with desire, seeking out the two most divine areas in this lad's body: his engorged sex and tight rectum. His assets are comparable to my wife's, but his smooth skin is irresistible.
I slowly stroke his flesh, breathing in the scent of his arousal. His brow furrows in response as we exchange another smacking kiss.
"I wish I could make you cum, Sir," Joey sighs softly, his blue orbs looking up at me as our lips part.
"Nadah," I respond, swaying with feigned helplessness. In reality though, the psychological and physical repercussions of beating off before the designated time frame is cardiovascularly dangerous. Plus, his name on the Wall of Shame outside the ticket booth is just too much of a risk.
Despite the potential temptation, I continue to tease, caressing his strong muscles - his arms, thighs, and broad shoulders. No rigid 69 today - just pleasant, hands-over-pants action. He sighs happily with his melting moans creating a gentle symphony. The men in this world are much subtler, so no one finds out-but it's divinely mellow.
"I want to taste your mouth," Joey whispers, his deft hands instantly finding the outline of my vein-covered appendage. I can't hold back; his face reddens as he wraps those lips around my sensitive member indicating he knows the real preference.
The timer's at its last minute. My hand's grip tightens on my watch as the color intensifies, a silent battle rages on - desire and self-control.
"Intruder!" Thepection is all too real. A voice over the loudspeaker breaks the silence, "Be advised we're at Farmland. Disembark if this is your location," It adds a sense of urgency, "Please disembark in a secure and safe manner"
I sigh deeply despite being so close to climax. Joey, undeterred, smiles and reclaims his prize, tenderly pressing it in my palm. He lifts his head, his deep eyes fixed on mine as if trying to convey some sort of hidden wisdom; "You're the first guy I give my ID to. Go find me again when you come back to Femboy World." He provides one last searing kiss, fast becoming a precious memory.
I reluctantly exit the tram, jacket in hand, still about to give in to the temptation raging in my core.
Femboy World has a special effect. My passion resurfaces and my cock throbs with life; this place practically begs you to relive the intimate affair.
But life back on Main Street calls and I unavoidably need to stifle the urge. I direct my vehicle to the deceptively-titled store: "FemMart." It was reported by a previous encounter as a unregulated grocery store. Subtle cartoon signboard of bones reads "F.E.M". Coming to a halt, I parked and wandered in. It had a '70s setting - an aesthetic perfect for tickling my nostalgic bone, taking me back to my carefree days reading 'I Spy Mall: Wash and Fold.' The store was uncomplicated in design: walls marked with blue and red stripes. It was essentially a box on wheels.
The music inside brought back another gush of memories, "F.E.M M.A.R., add the T, we're the FemMart Grocery, The FemMart Grocery." It reminded me of harassing the cashier each week at the neighborhood shop.
The ethereal moan blends in with the slew of dining and veg options, my sanctuary for future shopping. Fresh food was incorporated, worth trying out. I pick up some vegetables - ensuring everything was ripe, savory, and affordable. The tranquil place remains stocked with lust, lovable.
It's my turn to explore FemMart. The boys working here are wearing pink aprons with "FemMart" written across their chests. One of them approaches me, saying, "Hello, sir. Would you like to try our FemWorld Brand salad dressings?"
I'm more than happy to oblige. "Absolutely," I respond.
He smiles and asks, "Which flavor would you like to sample? We have ranch, balsamic vinaigrette, and Italian available."
I examine the jars of dressing and choose the Italian one, finding it to be the most appealing.
The boy then demonstrates how to taste it by sticking out his tongue and pouring the dressing on it. He holds his head back and keeps the dressing steady. I follow suit, placing my mouth on his tongue and slurping the dressing until it's gone. I purr in contentment upon tasting it. It's far better than Olive Garden's selection.
"Sir, you missed some dressing on my chin," the boy points out. I oblige and lick his chin clean. I'm already enjoying myself but this act of submission delights me even further. He looks up at me and says, "Thank you for trying our delicious dressing, sir."
Satisfied, I move on to the eggs. A dozen brown eggs cost two dollars less than at my local grocery store. It's a great find. I pick the best carton and put it in my basket.
There's no need for me to leave now, so I continue my exploration. Next is the freezer section, which holds standard frozen items like pizzas, vegetables, dinners, and ice cream. I could use an ice cream treat.
To my surprise, FemMart offers ice cream from The Creamery, a brand hailing from FemboyWorld. I'm stunned by how they managed to mass-produce flavors inspired by popular OnlyFans femboys. There are flavors from Alex Wood, Kai Francis, and Silver Berry. These boys are incredibly attractive. It's fascinating to think about how they churn out differently-flavored ice creams. The Creamery is one of those "if you know, you know" things. It's worth visiting FemboyWorld to learn more.
As I browse the aisles, I come across the coffee and sweeteners section. I'm a huge fan of coffee, and there's a tasting station.
A cute Korean boy approaches me, asking, "Would you like to try our chocolate syrup, sir?" The fact that he's Korean boosts my interest since I've watched many K-dramas with my wife.
"I'd love to," I reply, intrigued. He lowers his apron and pours some chocolate syrup on his dark nipple. I lick my lips and go in for a taste. I lick the syrup off his nipple with enthusiasm, massaging it gently while he moans with pleasure. His cock begins to stir, and I'm tempted to resume our game after the syrup is gone.
"Would you like another sample, sir?" he asks, looking at the empty chocolate syrup jar.
"Yes, please," I say eagerly. This time, he pours the syrup on his tiny, erect penis. I look up in awe before dropping to my knees and licking the syrup off. I focus more on his penis than the syrup, leading to his excitement. Giving him gratitude, I tell him, "Your taste makes the chocolate even better."
My attention shifts to something else, and the boy wants to know which syrup I liked best. I reply with a kiss, making sure he tastes his own cum. My arms encircle his small body, making him melt into my embrace. I then tell him, "You taste way better than the chocolate."
Our steamy make-out session ends when another man lines up for a taste test. I let him sample the chocolate syrup before moving on.
I've enjoyed each sample immensely. The Orange Juice tasted incredible, having been sampled from a boy's belly button. The peanut butter was finger-licking good as I tasted it from the boy's ass. The chicken could've been sampled in a massage chair, but the line was too long. I'll save that untried experience for my next visit.
But in front of me was a queue I could wait for. FemboyWorld Brew Bois coffee beans. Some of the best coffee that a guy could have. It is a well-known product at the FBW terminal and these days at many households.
Towards the end of the six sample booths for coffee, there was a short line. No wonder. Recently, FemboyWorld unveiled a new variety of femboy they'd be offering. They're known as fluffies, femboys who are a tad bit chubby than normal. Not fat, but a noticeable difference. The majority of men fancy their boys petite and dainty. These fluffies have a little more meat. But what they lack in the desired body type, they more than make up for it in their butts. The fluffies I've come across had huge, jiggly butts.
A fluffyboy with a captivating smile approached me. "Hi there, Sir. Would you like to try some light roast brew bois coffee?" he asked innocently.
"Yes, I certainly would!" I replied eagerly, grabbing the coffee sample cup. Sip it, I do. Perfect, I'd say. But it wasn't enough for me. "May I have the FBW special creamer added in?" I enquired.
"You mean from me?" He seemed a little surprised.
"I bet you've got the best creamer," I said with confidence. And boy was he excited at the prospect. He did a little dance, overjoyed with the idea. Then he reached inside his apron and grabbed his tiny but thick cock.
"Hand me your apron, baby," I commanded, pulling his apron off of him. My fingers wrapped tight around his shirt as I ripped it off him. I took his shirtless, apron-free self by the butt and pulled it towards me. My hand began to jerk him off as I massaged his perfect, plump rear end. I played with him until his eyes bulged and his mouth was making sounds more moans than words.
"Thank you, thank you, Sir," he moaned out. And that's when I bent him over and put the coffee sample near the head of his cock. He grunted as he ejaculated into the sample cup. Mmm, I do adore a good cumming femboy. I mixed it well and took a sip while gazing into his eyes. "God, you're hot, Sir," he stated. "Thank you so much."
I bent my head to meet his in a kiss before grabbing another sample cup. It's not a joke; he makes a mean cum-infused coffee.
Now it was time to check out of this glorious store. It was just the right amount of horny perversion I required before away from this world. I eyed the queued-up cashiers. There was a sticky line. Having the quality of Costco on a weekend lengthy. But there was one staffer who I'd end up standing in line for.
It took about 20 minutes to reach the counter, which could've been a hassle, but it was totally worth it.
"Hey, it's you again, Sir!" Tanner stated happily.
"Shame you didn't share you were working here," I retorted as I prepared my items for scanning.
"You didn't ask," He shrugged. "That'll come to seven dollars, Sir."
"Here it is," I took out my wallet, handing him some bills.
Tanner placed the money in the register. "Why'd you pick my queue?" he inquired.
"Maybe it's because I wanted to see more of you. I didn't get enough during the ride," I let him know.
Tanner called out for a replacement and asked the supervisor, "I need some cover. I'm taking this sexy man to the back."
The supervisor nodded, understandingly pulling out another femboy from the back. Thank goodness it was the cute Korean guy who took over. The men waiting grew disgruntled by Tanner leaving, but they were elated when he replaced him.
Tanner took my hand and led me to the back, where the other employees were. Did I mention how charming his slightly black hair and rosy lips were? He even had a tiny face, which paired well with his big, alluring black eyes and feathery hair.
He took me to a single-sized bed with a little table.
"This is where we usually take naps between breaks," he said. "But it can become overwhelming when many men use our bodies to sample our products."
"Can you imagine?" Upon his words, I carried him from his butt onto the bed.
"Daddy, you already have," he cooed as he reached for my cock with his soft hands.
"Apparently, the femboys from FemboyWorld make me horny as hell," I mentioned.
Tanner took off his pink apron and said, "Let me help you with that." His mouth latched itself onto my cock as if my manhood was its favourite treat. He sucked me up as if his throat was the best spot. Humming with pleasure, I settled on the bed while his hands continued to jerk my cock.
"Let me be the only one you crave. Pick me every time, Sir," he moaned whilst slobbering over my manhood. Slowly, he took me all the way into his throat. I squirmed as he whispered, "Choose me every time, Sir."
He raised himself and went all the way down again. Panting and moaning, Tanner slid my cock all the way down his throat. My hips thrust forward, moaning. Pleased, Tanner reached his arms out as I picked him up from his butt and placed him on the bed. My fingers began stroking his chest, and my lips kissed his. "I'm yours to own, Sir," he said quietly. I picked him up as if being cradled in the safest arms. "Yes, I do like that," he replied happily. Tanner was placed on the bed and my tongue found its way into his mouth.
I free my penis as a way to avoid ejaculating too early. However, Tanner is forceful and pushes my hand aside, taking control over me.
"Is this what you desire?" He presses his anus onto my erection and rubs the head against his entrance.
"I want it. Oh god, I've lusted after you since the moment I first caught sight of you," I plead.
"You enjoyed when I sucked your balls, correct?" He taunts me further.
"I did. I can still feel your mouth engulfing my balls. Just let me penetrate you now," I plead.
He tilts his head and says with a touch of cockiness, "Seeing as you've asked so politely." He inserts my penis into him.
Sweet Jesus, his anus is mesmerizing. I thought Chrissy had a stimulating anus, but Tanner surpasses all expectations. The way he goes from dancing his hips and rubbing himself on me hints at his extensive experience in pleasuring penises. He raises his body and his stiff six-inch penis swings from side to side, making it difficult for me to control myself. He surprises me by then leaning back, placing his hands on my knees, and smacking his ass hard onto my penis. I've never been with a squirter before, but now I become even more hooked. Seeing his squirt explode and dot walls around us is a turn-on. And it's hot watching his cum drip onto my abdomen, the floor, and then drool from his nipple. I grab a hold of his bouncy bottom and yank him down to me.
"You made me squirt, Daddy. I've only done this once before," He moans as I slide my penis into his anus.
"You're so alluring, Tanner. I wish I could fuck you every day," I moan back.
"Me too, Daddy. Me too. Sustain yourself by masturbating to my photos every evening until I return next time. Dream about me," Tanner sucks my neck and sends me to heaven. I wish I could savor this encounter, but he's bringing me to the edge.
"Wait, Daddy. Fuck me from behind. It's my favorite," I detach my penis from him so he can assume a four-legged stance. In record time, I stab my penis straight into his anus. I watch his flawless pink hole in awe. He's perfect. I yank out my penis to observe as his hungry anus pulses and wiggles, asking for attention. And I give it to him. I'm sweating profusely as my eyes roll back from the blissful sensation of his reddened anus.
"Coming, coming, baby," I groan with a deep growl.
"Yes, Daddy. Take me. Own me," He whines.
The words pushed me over the edge. I hold him firmly and release my seed into his anus. It felt like I'd reach fulfillment for eternity. My penis was unable to stop pulsating inside him. Soon, my cum emerged from his orifice, despite my hold on him.
I drop my head in exhaustion, proud of my emission. I see that Tanner also deposited a small puddle on the bedsheets. He came for the second time. I smack his behind in appreciation and plop onto the bed.
I didn't have much time left. I informed Tanner and he asked me to wait outside for five minutes. I follow his request and examine my smartphone. FemboyWorld sent me several messages. Joey expressed his gratitude for the kindness I showed him on the tram. He sent me several pictures of himself in his bedroom, sporting an attractive jockstrap. Next was a message from Kai, who divulged his real name. He provided his ID number so I could easily locate him in the future. Then a message from the fluffyboy surprised me. He sent me a lucrative "Date Card". These cards allow me to take him out for a night for free, making him mine for twenty-four hours without paying FemboyWorld. My heart skips a beat. These Date Cards are the most scarce commodity a client can receive at FemboyWorld. Femboys are allowed to present one Date Card throughout their entire career.
Lastly, Tanner approached me, armed with a small brown box. He handed it to me and kissed me on the lips.
"You gave me a sweet creampie, so it's only fair for me to return the favor. I made this pie especially for you," he said with a grin and laughter.
I grinned too and expressed my appreciation for the pie. I opened the box, finding it resembled a lemon meringue pie but, with a FemboyWorld twist.
I took a bite in front of him, and it was delectable. "Tastes almost as enjoyable as the genuine item," I kissed him on the lips and departed FemMart. This visit was without a doubt my best day at FemboyWorld.
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