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I hope this letter finds you in excellent health and spirits. I must say, the thought of your magnificent bottom fills me with a sense of excitement and anticipation that borders on dizzying.
I find myself lost in fantasies of the many ways in which I could pleasure and worship your bottom, from kissing and caressing every inch of its soft, smooth skin to exploring the depths of its most intimate and sensitive areas.
I recall with great fondness the many times we have spent together, indulging in the pleasures of the flesh and giving ourselves over to our carnal desires. The memory of your bottom writhing and quivering beneath me as I lavished it with attention is a memory that fills me with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
I do hope that this letter is not too forward or inappropriate, and that you might share in my eagerness to experience the delights of your magnificent bottom once again.
Yours lustfully,
Spaget Man
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