I guess they callit a ghlory hole like ironically, right? like happy hour is when the dead eyed drunks get a head start on the rest of their depressing evening. there might be gold in them thar hills, but there ain't no glory in them holes. i guess if you go through the wall wall instead of the stall wall, you got a chance, but i don't think too many broads are looking for a random dick stickin' outta the wall. maybe. i dunno. come to think of it, i've met a few that would be allt o happy to find an available cock anywhere. and yeah, them was the ones that would pretty mcuh treat that found weienr with all the love and care Rubber Guy is getting here. I alway slike old Rubber Guy, mainly cause he doesn't seme to like himself too much. I can relate to that. Anyhoo, enjoy!
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