No.774
Lost in the throes of passion, you didn't notice when Scrub Daddy discarded the plate, focusing instead on the sensation of his sponge dancing across your skin. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your clothes, the touch sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you. You tangled your fingers in his soft, squishy texture, holding on as he worked his magic.
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