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He bents down a little so that Nikita could easily kiss his cheek. Oh how he loves his little catboy. "Oh, have you now?" he asked. "Can you give daddy an example?" he asked in a playful tone.
Iclyn moans as he rubs his smooth bottom. He then looks at the car and walks over to it. "Can I help, daddy?" he asked. The young sixteen boy always tries to be helpful where he can. Though cars are not in his set of skills. He bends over the hood. Causing his bottom yo stick out, his cotton tail wiggled and his legs were spread enough to expose his little rosebud.
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