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Once upon a day in the van, we were on a search of a straight guy, when all of a sudden we meet MIke. "Perfect" This guy was quiet and all smiles. When we convince him to do some gay shit, Alan got happy as fuck to suck his dick and get fucked by him. Then just when I start plotting on how to get rid of him "Tina" (The driver) wants to keep him. That was so fucken funny to wacht this poor Mike ran out of the van scared as fuck... Just in case you see Mike in the streets of mismi, Please tell him he forgot his money... Thanks

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