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- Votes 2
- Parts 2
- Time 5m
Ongoing, First published Apr 21, 2014
He layed back on my bed, arms outstreached and yawning. Damn, I had to admit he looked good. The moonlight coming from my window was casting a golden glow across his bare chest and his black hair was a mess on top his head. Just looking at him made me want more of him. Sure, he is 21 and im only 17, but age is just a number, right?All Rights Reserved
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