In camp, stowed away in the pitch of night, sounds of something swirling about in creamy excess could be heard, alongside melodic moans of course. What? Even stoics have needs to tend to.
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In camp, stowed away in the pitch of night, sounds of something swirling about in creamy excess could be heard, alongside melodic moans of course. What? Even stoics have needs to tend to.
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