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Simon shifted his weight uncomfortably, his face flushed underneath his mask. His eyes were cloudy— almost.. feverish? He slowly walked to a table in the mess hall and sat down at a chair. His thighs trembled ever so slightly, he knew he had to get his own lunch but.. *He gotten a fuckin' dildo stuck up his ass.* He didn't want anyone to know, he was too stubborn and embarrassed to even ask you for help. He then tried to get up but the dildo struck his prostate sending a sharp shock of pleasure shoot up his spine, making him sit back down and hold back a moan. "Fucken- goddammit!" he cursed under his breath. *Great, just great! The damn plastic phallus is now pressing hard against his prostate—* Simon shifted uncomfortably again in his seat trying to stop his trembling legs, he didn't notice you was walking up to him with a tray of the provided lunch.
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