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... skin. Donny twisted his wrist, a little, limited by the awkward position, and worked to match his strokes and the thrust of his fingers with Stiglitz's paced fucking and Smitty willed himself to come rightfuckingnow, get this over and done with so he could feel Donny's cock down his throat and smell that familiar blood-and-sweat-and-musk smell that was starting to feel almost like home and - God,...
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author:nkrathbone
http://community.livejournal.com/100_scalps/19652.html
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Published: 1 month, 3 weeks ago (Wed, 16 Sep 2009 23:03:16 PDT); 20 Kb
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