THWACK.
Dr. Ass sighed. He’d been saving this kick for twenty years. He spun on his heel and delivered a perfect, spinning heel-kick to Mr. Cross’s posterior. cherokee dr ass
Dr. Ass sat across from her. He didn’t touch her. He just watched her eyes track a moth banging against the trailer’s bug-zapper light. THWACK
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