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... clicking into place, along with the smell of gun oil was just the best. It was like ASMR that cleansed my very being.
"Dear, you have been making that weird face for each gun you check, I am starting to feel jealous!" complained the beautiful woman with me.
Lilly, who got bored 10-minutes in and sat on the pallet rack with a pout. As much as I found her pretty. There was just something about guns that made me feel like a man.
The armory in total had one assault rifle, one ...
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