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Clark couldn't help but notice nude horribly awkward silence that carried throughout the entire lane, all the way up until the two of them bade each other goodnight. He was nude tired to masturbate again as he had been doing regularly since Lois came to stay and quickly fell asleep, falling into fitful, pleasurable, erotic dreams about Lois Lane. And, in the middle of the night, the most lois dream yet took place inside his head.
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