Openly outrageous, he ogled my oasis, and otherwise overwhelmed me with overtly obvious overtures. Overjoyed, I obscurely observed his outstanding organ. As his only object of obsession, I ought to obediently obey by offering an ounce or ocean of opiate, an occasional or often oily ointment, or... every oral opportunity. Once, his orgasmic outburst, like the ode of Orpheus, occupied my opening... off, over the ozone, out into orbit, oblong into oblivion, and overflowed onto our obscene occurrence. Oh! oh! oxygen!

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