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"Hypothetically...I like tongue. Lots of it," Anton tells him. "And you could call me 'baby girl,' but only if you're inside me." "If you sit on me --" "On the rare occasion I sit on you--" "Soar-y, on the rare occasion you sit on me, I hypothetically would like it if you'd aim your load to shoot it in my mouth." Anton pauses. "What? You'd want me to aim my cum into your mouth like it's a piece of popcorn you're trying to catch?" "Yeah. Exactly." "Noted. Also. Hypothetically, no nursing or mommy kink unless I can pet your hair and call you 'my sweet boy.'" Paul Baker's eye twitches, and he gulps. A glop of his popsicle melts down its shaft, plops down onto his shorts. Anton clears his throat, and time resumes. Paul Baker licks some of the sticky sugar from his upper lip. "Oh. That's. Sure. Cool cool cool. I'm down with that. Hypothetically." Or: Anton and Paul Baker discuss the hypothetical scenario where they consummate their marriage. Anal or annulment, as they say. OWEN & JACK RE-ENACTED THE SUMMARY HERE.

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