Archive for October, 2010

Close Shave

Saturday, October 30th, 2010

Michael Rinker rose to his feet and tapped the rim of his wine glass.

“My lovely wife and I would like to thank every one for coming this evening, it has truly been a wonderful party,” he said beaming at Reanne sitting next to him. The five couples joined around them in the high-walled dark panel dinning room lifted their glasses in agreement.

“However the night is still young and we have an unexpected surprise for you.”

“Of course most of you know our live-in, Priscilla,” the man continued, as murmurs rose in the room. “And you know, she has given Reanne and myself many exceptional sexual experiences during these past three years. Reanne and I would very much like to share Priscilla with you tonight.”

“So,” Michael said, putting his glass down and offering his hand to help his wife stand. “…if you would, everyone follow us to the library.”

All ten guests arose from their chairs and followed Reanne and Michael into the adjoining library, where Priscilla stood waiting calmly in the middle of the room in only her bra and panties. Reanne quickly came to her servant’s side.

“Cilla has agreed to this out of her great love for Michael and myself, and of course we feel the same way about her.”

Touching the tall girl’s arm lightly, the hostess continued.

“As is plainly obvious, Priscilla has a most beautiful body, and I’m pretty sure that most of the men are already erect and the women are dampening their panties.”

Titters and wiggling around the room confirmed Reanne’s wide-eyed assumption. Cilla unhooked her bra then, exposing her pert 34c breasts as Michael took up the speech.

“And as beautiful as our sweet little Priscilla is, the most erotic thing about her is her incredibly hirsute vaginal area…which my wife and I have discouraged her to shave since she has been in our employ.”

Reanne knelt and slid Priscilla’s her satin panties down to the young woman’s her ankles. The room was electric with stares, “ohh and ahhs” and shifting as one of the hairiest pussies anyone there had ever seen was revealed.

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“And the time has come to shave it,” Reanne and Michael chorused.

Priscilla stepped around the low lit room to what everyone knew was Michael’s most prized possession, his grandfather’s low cherry-red leather reading chair. A towel had been placed on the seat and sitting demurely, the Rinker’s servant spread her legs to expose her furry muff to the partiers who gathered round while Michael came to stand before them, a spray bottle of shaving cream and steady razor in his hand.

“Will the women please reach into their pockets for the sachets my wife handed you when you entered our home this evening.”

Each of the five ladies did as asked.

“The lady with the star drawn under her perfume package is the winner.”

“Oh my,” Barbara Tents said cuddling close to her husband Jack.

“Barbara, Jack” Reanne said as Priscilla squirmed.

The assembled guests looked down at the spread girl under them to see bulging red pussy lips wetand pulsating in that forest of fur. The mistress of the house silently urged Barbara into position and semi semi-circle formed as the wide-eyed Mrs. Tents knelt before Priscilla while Jack Tents went to the girl and began to play with Priscilla’s tits.

“Shave her for us all,” Michael and Reanne chorused while Michael handed his guest the razor and the shaving cream.

Priscilla moaned and opened her legs even wider as Jack tweaked her hard right nipple.

“Don’t worry dear, I’ll be gentle,” Barbara said squirting a foaming dollop of cream into her hand. “We’ll have this cute little wet pussy bald in no time.”

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How To Spot A Sexpot

Friday, October 29th, 2010

At some point or another, we’ve all had the pleasure of sleeping with a woman who rocked our world. You know, like the girls featured in our favorite free porn sites. These ladies have the power to tackle us down and leave us feeling slightly violated (though the look on our faces indicates otherwise). But how do you go about finding a women who will do a lot more than just lie there? Below we highlight some of the best ways of finding out whether or not a girl has the potential to blow your socks off.

She Walks The Walk – Believe it or not but researches from West Scotland were actually able to pick out women who could achieve an orgasm through intercourse – by simply analyzing their walk. According to them, women who are more prone to climaxing through vaginal sex take longer steps and tend to rotate their hips more often than their counterparts. It seems as though the more confident a woman is, the more she will ‘walk the walk’, and achieve orgasms.

She Can Carry Out A Conversation – While sex in itself doesn’t require any sort of verbal communication per se (with the exception of a few exclamations every now and then), it is one of the most crucial aspects in ensuring a solid connection in the bedroom. When it comes to conversation, the more similar you are to your partner, the better things will be in bed.

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She Can Focus – Despite most women claiming that size doesn’t matter, an Australian survey found that 34% of them believe that a bigger penis helps when trying to achieve and orgasm through intercourse. At the same time, two thirds of women stated not having a preference. With that, researchers concluded that perhaps one of the most indicative factors in reaching an orgasm lies in the ability to focus on the act itself. Women that tend to get distracted mid-sex are less likely to reach an orgasm by not paying attention to their vaginal sensations.

She’s Around 30 – If you weren’t into older women before, perhaps this will change your mind. Many studies have shown that women who are closer to 30 are nearing their sexual peaks. Due to both life experiences and hormonal factors, older women know exactly what they want, and when they want it. If you’re tired of dealing with finicky young girls, consider a more experienced alternative.

Pubic Hairstyles

Friday, October 29th, 2010

They say a woman’s hair is a direct indicator of who they are internally. In today’s day and age, it’s not just about the hair on their heads anymore, it’s about their pubic hair as well. An un groomed-do down below is just as bad as having a horrible hair cut or hair style on top of their heads.

Woman all over the world are jumping on the pubic hair style band wagon, and it’s not just for porn stars or Brazilians anymore.

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Before you decide you want a pubic hairstyle, you must first determine what type of style you want and when it comes to choosing the right style, you have to choose whatever will work best for you.

The Close Trim: this hairstyle will make things look a lot neater down there without the irritation of shaving. If you’re a afraid of the razor or even looking like a 10 year old girl, than this method will be the best for you.

Brazilian Style: going completely bare can be totally liberating and an exciting sensation. You can wear whatever bathing suit you want and not have to worry if your pubes are going to show. It will require some regular maintenance, however, whether it be shaving or waxing, which will leave you hair free for about 4 weeks.

Triangle, Patch, or Landing Strip: if you’re looking for a fun way to express yourself, then you might want to choose one of these options. Its probably a good idea to get it waxed at first by a professional, and then you can maintain it with a razor. You’ll just need a steady hand.

Now that you’ve decided what type of style you want, you must decide how you want to go about getting it done.

Shaving using a blade: you must first trim the hair down as short as possible. Do it when in the shower or bath and apply shaving lotion to make it easier to shave. Make sure you use a sharp razor and when your finished apply lotion to the area.

Shaving using an electric: there are actual electric razors out there that are designed to trim pubic hair. It works easily and without irritation.

Bikini Wax (at the Salon): its going to hurt, but it is the most professional route and will give you exactly what you want. Not too mention will last for about a month, rather than only a couple days.

So, the next time you ladies have some hot and wild sex and you’re all prim and proper down there, you man will be begging for round two.

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Vibration

Friday, October 29th, 2010

The big Cat groaned as it dug into the hillside with its sharp scraper blade, crisscrossing the side of the hill like a yellow prehistoric spider. Katie Arden operated the huge piece of equipment with the skill of a surgeon, deftly maneuvering the big earthmover like it was a family car.

Much to the chagrin of her parents, Katie stayed a ‘tomboy’ well into her high school years and when she graduated enrolled in a heavy equipment operator’s school. Six months later she had her union card and was driving machine’s like this one.

It was during her time in heavy equipment school that Katie made a most interesting discovery; the constant vibration that hummed from the motor of these big machines could induce orgasms deep in her vagina if she held her wet pussy in the right position when she worked.

Highly sexed since masturbating at 12 years old, and making it a rule not to date any of the men she worked with-though all well muscled guys usually-Katie found that this little extra inducement of her job helped her get through the days (and nights) and the more her pussy dripped while she packed, pushed, scraped and lifted the longer Katie kept at the job smiling and wet.

For the past hour, the stocky girl had been on the verge of a huge orgasm but had gotten distracted by a problem with her power steering. For this reason her pussy was still in a frenzy when she stopped her run short, jumped from the cab and right into Jerry Fitz standing at the side of the makeshift machine hut peeing. Gulping back a sigh as the man wrangled his monster cock back into his jeans, Katie attempted not to consider what a cock that size would look like when it was hard. Jerry realized he had been seen and turned in a flash, buckled up and went bright red.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” the man said.

“Jerry, come on, I’ve seen cock before,” Katie said smiling and walking by him.

“Yeah, the guys have always wondered,” he said stepping to keep pace with the wide-faced cute woman.

“Right, I dress in jeans and work shirts and drive a loader,” Katie chuckled. ” I got to be a lesbian, right?”

“How the hell should I know?”

Katie stopped and turned to the little guy.

“I’m not a lesbian,” she said reaching down to give Jerry a nice long tug on his crotch. “Not by a long shot.

Though she was trying to move past him, though this was all slightly embarrassing and Katie didn’t ever really have any designs on Jerry-actually she never really noticed the barrel-chested guy-her pussy was still aching and she liked the look-and now the feel-of the man’s cock.

“Follow me,” she said, broke from Jerry, ran round the machine shed and stepped inside. Looking around the small room, Katie dropped to the ground the minute Jerry entered.

“Fuck Ka…”

“Come on, get it out,” she said kicking off her dark dirty boots and wriggling down her dusty pants. “You obviously have the goods, let’s see if you know how to use them.”

Of course Jerry couldn’t get his worn muddy jeans down fast enough but when he saw Katie reveal her well-groomed tight little snatch his cock grew so much it was all the guy could do to get his pants and boxers down and kneel to the cold cement floor.

Katie felt the cold to, but in fact it felt good against her little ass as she felt her pussy pulsating with heat when Jerry lie his pumping cock against the front of her legs.

“I don’t know if it’s just this one time, okay?” she said, smiling and felt her pussy grow even hotter. “But for now…”

Jerry didn’t need any further explanation. Yes, he would have liked a little more time, a more comfortable setting, maybe get Katie completely naked-at the very least to go down on that beautiful pussy under him-but he knew he had to take what was being offered here as fast as he could.

Fucking vibration!” Katie screamed and grabbed the man’s ass into her as Jerry lie forward and began to fuck her little pussy as fast as he could.

What Cosmopolitan Never Told You

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

Admit it. Everytime you’re in line at the grocery store, you can’t help but take a quick peek at the cover of Cosmopolitan magazine. After all, what guy can ignore the words “Shocking Things Women Do In Bed” placed next to a smoking hot model? Now, before being tempted enough to actually buy a copy, know that ‘Cosmo’ is not always right. In fact, they are often guilty of concealing some important factors when declaring they can teach you how to have ‘the best sex ever”. Below, we list some of the things that Cosmo never told you:

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1. Sex Toys – Dildos and vibrators, butt plugs and handcuffs; these are a few of Cosmopolitans favorite things. And while they love nothing more than to push their readers into buying as many sex toys as possible, what happens when you have a couple of curious children? Sure, a carefully stashed vibrator may go by unsuspected, but leave your sex paraphernalia lying around the house and you’ll wind up scarring your children for life.

2. Sex & Food – While I would never say no to champagne and strawberries, there comes a point where having food in the bedroom becomes a problem. Have you ever tried to mix honey and pubic hair? I wouldn’t recommend it. Not only will your bed sheets get incredibly filthy (and not in a good way) but you’ll risk ending up in the hospital when you find out your vag is lactose-intolerant.

3. Sexting – Sending a couple of racy text messages to your significant-other can be a lot of fun. What’s not fun, is when a magazine places so much importance in sexting that your girlfriend becomes obsessed with it. So much so, in fact, that you quickly run out of replies and start to dream of the days where you actually had real-life sex.

4. Bondage – I’d be lying if I said that a little rope action will do nothing for your sex life. When free porn is no longer sufficient, some good old fashioned bondage can do wonders. On the other hand, scaring the living hell out of your boyfriend with handcuffs and ropes in tow is not exactly sexy. Refrain from taking Cosmo’s articles too literally.

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5. Outdoor Sex – By now, we all know that Cosmopolitan loves nothing more than to promote an exiting and liberating sex life. And what better way to do that then by romping outdoors? But what may start off as thrilling may end up with you and your significant-other in the back of a cop car. Just something to keep in mind.

McLovin’

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

There was recently a study put out by McDonald’s that surveyed about 2000 Canadians. The findings of the survey showed that frequent McDonald’s consumers are showing love for the late night drive-thru, rather than some late night loving. Instead of fulfilling late night cravings with hot sex, this group would rather satisfy their desires with a big, fat, juicy Big Mac.

The marketing department at McD’s says this is because most drive-thru’s are open 24 hours, so they can better satisfy late night cravings.

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What does this say about Canadians to the rest of the world? In my opinion it says that we’re fat, and too damn lazy to have sex. What is this world coming too?

Thankfully we’re not the only country to choose McDonald’s over the more traditional late night cravings. Three McDonald’s outlets in Hong Kong are now offering “McWeddings”, a chance to get married under the golden arches.

According to a McDonald’s executive, “traditional weddings use cherries for the newlyweds to eat together and kiss. We will have french fries for them to kiss. People said they dated here or met here, and wanted to get married here. We see this as a business chance.”

So, we now have real people out there who would prefer to have a Big Mac rather than sex, and would like to have their wedding at McDonald’s. Those Big Mac lovin’ Canadians are probably extremely jealous of those Chinese people who can kill two birds with one stone by having sex while eating a Big Mac immediately after their McWedding. Sounds just great!

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It’s hard for me to process this information; then again, people are willing to have Star Wars and Lord of the Rings themed weddings, so it was only inevitable that somebody would want to get hitched at McDonald’s.

It’s only a matter of time before fast food ranks first on the priority list of people all over the world. Next thing you know we’re going to be watching burger porn; picture a fat chick rubbing Big Mac sauce all over her body. Yummy.

Hotsy Totsy Dancer

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

Rolando was one of twenty dancers in the all male revue at the Hotsy Totsy Club. Seven nights a week the place was jumped to the beat of driving dance music and young naked male flesh. With salary and tips an aggressive dancer could clear three or four hundred dollars in one night from the mostly 40-something females who came to drink, fondle and generally look at swinging cock.

Standing backstage, ready to make his entrance, Rolando ‘The Latin Lover’ waited for the MC to make his introduction.

Rolando had his routine down well. He shook his tight ass, rolled his broad chest and generally flumped his cock every which way he could until he got down to his G-string. If the women had been howling before-and they had-when the tall olive-complexioned man finally stood glistening, tall and pumped only in his G-string, the women went wild for his massive cock and balls.

Jumping off the stage the ‘Latin Lover’ worked the crowd, letting the frenzied females snatch quick feels as he strutted through their grabbing hands and catcalls. A short stocky brunette held out a twenty-dollar bill and slipped it in the waistband of Roland’s G-string as he wagged his covered cock in her face. Another woman, old enough to be his Gram-Gram swatted his ass, another ran up and kissed his chest and gave him a ten.

As he was about to make his way back on stage a middle-aged blonde held up a one hundred dollar bill and waved it high in the air. Zeroing in on the C-note, Rolanda serpentine his way over to her table. The lady smiled up at him, a bright-eyed blonde of probably forty or so he guessed, slipping the bill in his waistband. Rolando smiled, slipped off his G-string and let his big cock unfurl. To screams of “do it, do it” the lady sat forward in her chair and placed the head of Roland’s dick deep in her mouth. The loud music, all this touching and now this woman sucking him expertly, the Latin man simply jettisoned a creamy stream of come down the woman’s throat in a minute as her friends exploded.

When he entered the dressing room the now satiated man wasn’t the least bit surprised to find that several of the other dancers were sitting on chairs with their legs spread wide apart. Women of various shapes, sizes and ages were on their knees sucking the young cocks for all they were worth.

Just another Thursday night at the ‘H.T.’ Rolando snickered to himself. The hooting mixed with the pounding bass speakers, Rolando made his way secretly out of the dressing room ten minutes later, dressed and dried. Spying the action around him, as usual there was more grabbing, sucking and moaning going on in the audience then on the floor, though his two friends Bill and Steve were well into the sucking and spanking of their doubles act (gay men that they were) and the women were loosing what little was left of their minds.

Leaving the club, Rolando yelled goodbye to several friends and headed off to his car. Waiting there was an older woman-mid fifties he guessed-who seemed to be more then a little nervous.

“I wanted to give you his,” she said coming off his driver side door.

She held a hundred out to Rolando and he smiled, stood right up to the lady and undid his pants. ”Oh no, no,” she said, opened her jacket and revealed what probably was the most perfect pair of tits Rolando had ever seen, very big, slightly scooped but not sagging at all. They must have been at least D-cups, with perfect little pointy nipples.

“I just had them done and wanted you to be the first,” the lady said and bade him closer. “For a hundred I want you to suck them until I say stop.”

Just another night at the Hotsy Totsy Rolando thought again and dipped his head to the strawberry-scented cleavage before him.

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Top 5 Lines No Man Wants To Hear

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

When it comes to dating, there are certain things that no man wants to hear. Ever. In order to keep from being totally and utterly humiliated, or just ticked off, read on for a list of the worst things that could be said to a man. Knowing them could certainly save you some face.

1. “I Only Drink Champagne” – We’ve all been there. You finally build the guts to ask that beautiful – and out-of-your-league – girl out on a date. Upon asking her what she would like to drink, she throws a bomb by claiming to only drink champagne. Great, there goes another $100. Let’s just hope you don’t end up watching free porn at the end of the night.

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2. ‘”Do Something!” – There is no appropriate time to hear those two dreaded words used in sequence. Needless to say, if you hear it mid sex, know that you need to work on your performance, and fast. In all other instances, consider your primal instincts. Men should be protective and “do things”, so start doing them before you look like a pussy.

3. “That’s Not The Right Hole’ – Whether you “casually” forgot about her distaste for anal sex or simply can’t tell the difference between the later and standard intercourse, getting a ‘that’s not the right hole” usually means your partner is already ticked off. Good luck with that.

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4. “Your Card Has Been Denied” – There is nothing more embarrassing that having a cashier suddenly announce to everyone (and their mothers) that your card has been denied. Bonus points if this happens while you’re with that girl that only drinks champagne. How grand that would be.

5. “Did You Just Fart?” – If you’re out in public, you can at least pretend as if it was someone else. However, if after prepping your bedroom for a night of wild sex – wine, candles and all – you decided to let one out, you might as well just send her home. Try not to eat so much rubbish next time, champ.

Homemade Kitchen Sex Toys

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

Forget what your parents told you about not playing with your food. You’re not a little kid anymore, and incorporating food into your sex life can really spice things up.

Remember the saying, “if you can’t take the heat, then get out of the kitchen”? Well, the kitchen is about to be on fire, so put your game face on and play along.

You can try playing with food in wild ways that you’ve never dreamed of. Have fun with honey, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, or even marshmallow fluff. Carrots and cucumbers can make great penis substitutes. Have your girl use them on herself, or you take control. Remember, put a condom on it!

There’s also a lot of other things in the kitchen that can be used as sex toys, besides food.

Roll up a towel and place a plastic bag in the “tube” that the towel created. Fill the plastic bag with lube, then place it somewhere you can thrust away into.

Line a plastic cup with two thick kitchen sponges. Wet the sponges with warm water and then lube up the space between the sponges. Once again, place it somewhere and thrust away.

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Check out the freezer because ice can be amazing for sexual thrills and chills for the both of you. Tease your chick by rubbing a piece of ice, or maybe even some frozen peas along her nipples, face, arms, thighs, ass, and clit. If you have some popsicles in there, you can use one as a dildo. I know you’ve probably watched this on porn somewhere, but you have to remember to not leave it inside your chick for too long because she could get a bad case of freezer burn! They don’t tell you that in porn.

Saran Wrap can also be a kinky substitute. Wrap some around your girls body, and your own if you really want to be frisky. It’s a fun and easy way to create your own lingerie; it’s see through, and easy to strip off.

Instead of using the spatula to make cupcakes, bend your girl over your leg and spank her ass with it. If she’s not really into the spanking, then flip it over and use it as a homemade dildo. Make sure there are no sharp edges on the surface that could cut into skin.

Use anything that is electrical as a vibrator. Place it on your girls pussy and she will completely enjoy herself. Once again, remember to use your common sense and play safe.

After you’ve broken in your kitchen and used it as the sexual haven that it is intended for, have your girl make you dinner. Skip dessert, and move into another room in the house and use everything in it for your sexual pleasure.

The Voyuer

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

Marie Jenkins closed her eyes, rotating her head to try and work the kinks out of her tired neck and shoulders.

It was almost ten thirty at night and she still had a pile of reports to go over before tomorrow’s big meeting. Deciding to take a five-minute break, the voluptuous red head stood and stretched, and for some reason, cupped her full chest through her blouse, tweaking her quickly hardening nipples. All of the nervous tension in Marie’s body seemed to gravitated to her pussy, which right then was throbbing. All alone in her office and on the twenty eighth floor, Marie simply began to masturbate, unaware that the cleaning crew had left the blind up on her side window. The tall woman with the impossibly long legs kept one hand on her right tit, while she snuck her left down her blouse, down her crotch, then bent slightly to lift her A-line skirt.

Hand deeply squished, “ha-huffing” as she wriggled and writhed, Marie managed her manicured fingers up under the waistband of her pantyhose then down and splayed over her soaking panties. Somehow she snuck the tip of her finger up and in and when Marie touched just the very tip of the top of her pussy she came instantly, bucking wildly while standing at her desk.

The twenty-five year-old account executive collapsed back into her chair gasping for breath as the cool air wafted over her very satisfied pussy. An hour Marie snapped off the lights to her office and headed off for home to a hot bath, warm bed and a much-needed sleep.

Somewhat bleary eyed, Marie entered her office at exactly eight sharp to go over some notes for the morning’s meeting.

As was her routine, she checked her email, hoping for an important letter from the west coast office that would make her planned meeting today all that much easier. Passing over a few personal notes from friends, and frustrated her hoped for email hadn’t come Marie scrolled down to one last message with: ‘Thank you for last Night’ as its subject.

The screen filled with the message after she clicked on it: Thank you so much for the show, it was much more than enjoyable. Tell your cleaning staff to keep that side window blind up more often. You certainly have the body for an A-line skirt.

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Marie’s heart was beating a mile a minute as she gazed to her side, to the bare bright side window! Yes, there was an office tower across the way, but she’d never be able to tell who, of all the occupants, had stared at her last night. And even if she could, what good what that do her? The man obviously used binoculars-shit, was he a pro Peeping Tom?-seeing as how he related details of the type of skirt she was wearing. And if he could make out that much detail he obviously saw her face and connected her through the office webpage which had her email address and office extension.

The day passed quickly enough, the meeting went well, but through it all Marie thought about her personal voyeur and despite her revulsion, she had to admit she also felt titillated. So much so her pussy throbbed low and dewy all day.

Returning to the office at three thirty, again checking her email out of habit, Marie saw another strange subject line-TONIGHT?- to a message third from the bottom of her new ones. I see you’ve kept that blind up, could I be so lucky again tonight?

Smiling despite herself, feeling her nipples rising and her pussy flooding, Marie reached to the bottom drawer on the right side of her desk. Jim had given her binoculars as a present three months ago, promising to take her bird watching in Central Park on their lunch hour.

Jim and she had broken up a month ago, never giving Marie the chance to use the high-powered scope she plucked from the drawer.

She hit the reply button on her email and began to write.

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