"vodkas, sex and cigarettes are just some of people's way to vent out the shit that the universe throws to them, but mine's different." "it's you. you're my vodka, my sex, and my beloved cigarettes."
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"You want more?" I teased, slowly trailing my nails down his chest and stopping at the edge of his pants. He flexed his hips up slightly, panting. "Please. I need it." He pleaded with me. All I did was grin to myself, shifting back to unzip his pants and pull them off to leave him in his boxers, hard and throbbing. "...