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TIFU by posting my whole schlong on my snapchat story for a good hour

As the title reads, I posted a minute long video of dick print + stroking my dick to my snapchat story for a good hour. My girl and I have are long distance right now due to work, so we try and spice it up here and there by exchanging sexual pictures here and there. Well, she called me and told me she was in the mood, so I complied and went into the bathroom (gross, but ya gotta keep your girl happy) and sent her some seductive pictures. On top of that i recorded my dick boingaloinging out of my boxers and playing with it. Thought I sent to her, but turns out I posted it on my story. Thankfully, it was only for a good hour, plus I’m 8 hours ahead from the majority of my friends, so I don’t think that many people saw it. But the ones who happened to see it, were (still are) in my physical presence, so they came running up to me, banging on the door (I was in the bathroom, actually using it for it’s intended purpose) telling “Yo, your fucking dick is on your story. Take that shit down.” I’m all confused, so I check my phone, and sure enough my Richard is on full blast, got me in 4k stroking my shit. Anyways, my buddies are not letting it down and I see no end to it. Good thing I shaved this morning :D

TLDR: Having virtual sexy time with my woman, ended up posting my video of peepee on snapchat stories. Friends saw and are roasting me for being an idiot.

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