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Meanwhile, IDR, a SOF Marine, gritted his teeth and winced as another shot whizzed past his face. "Nothing could have prepared me for this," he said to himself. And it was true. Years spent honing his skills, developing his craft to the degree where he could infiltrate almost any environment and operate clandestinely, with almost no one questioning his identity. How did he end up here, in this squalid, poorly lit bedroom? Before IDR could answer that question, there was the firm splatter of a high velocity impact on flesh. He groaned as he became aware of a coppery, salty smell and a warm, wet sensation spreading over his face. As the liquid heat dimmed his vision, he allowed one final question to form in his mind- when exactly did his "girlfriend" slip the condom off of "her" turgid penis, and what had happened to their rule of "no facials?"
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