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Wanting a sample the doctor wanted to take some of my cum to run some tests on, and so he told me that he wanted me to get off. He had a syringe already for when I blew my load. It only took me a few minutes before I whispered to him that I was getting close to shooting my load. After I came all over my stomach, he took some and then told me that he would give me a good tab of vigorousness. I was glad that I wasn't going to have a problem with the paperwork and that was a couple of to-do things off my list for the day. If they treat me this while I am healthy, I am sure that they will do an even better job when I feel like crap.
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