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Imagine rummaging through Hop's bedroom trash, finding feather-light wadded-up puffs of tissue paper, crumped and crisped at the center with the sweet smell of semen, the week's toll of his feverish masturbation to Gloria. A ritual that happens every day when he gets home, his heart races with the privacy and fantasies of Glorias outfit that day, to which he self-cares until he relieves himself of his lust for her!
