WinsomeDefiance
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First, I'd have you kneel before my gas dryer and slowly - ever so slowly - strip away its outer casing and with your tool in your hands, twist and tug until all the parts were laid out bare and shimmering upon the floor at my feet. Towering over you, I'd extend my hand and offer you my shiny new orifice and smile as your large masculine fingers curled along its shaft. Sweat would drip from your brow as you bound the orifice with teflon just before thrusting and twisting the piece until it fit so perfectly into the parts it was made for. Of course there would be the release of gases, for which I won't apologize, and once all the outer casings were replaced and my dryer was whole and converted, assuming we don't blow each other up, I'd probably let you do my laundry.
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