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I've actually only had this problem once; for some reason, I'm just not a queefer. It was my sophomore year of college, with my ex Mason. We had just finished some amazing sex. He pulled out, and apparently pulled some sort of rip cord. I started queefing...for a long time. Like, I closed my legs, which stopped or muffled the sound, opened them again, and the noise resumed. Being 19 years old and still pretty inexperienced, I was absolutely mortified at first. When it would not stop, I eventually loosened up and gave into the hilarity of the moment. We got a good laugh out of it.
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Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."
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