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Ready in two hours

She grabbed him and
pulled him to her.
Laid him down and
starts to rub...massaging.
She rolled her hands
around on his skin
and fixed his position, rubbing.
Spread his legs a bit
and pulled out
his long bone.
Rock hard like stone.
The juices flowed a bit
as she pulled on it.
Rolled him over
and put her finger
in his little hole
and then a little deeper, she would go.
Fixed him to lay just right.
As sloshing sounds came from his insides.
She massaged him a bit more.
She turned and opened the door.
Then picked him up
and put him in the oven, steady.
"Yep, bout two hours the
Turkey will be ready.