Where is this from?
David forgave me. Do you think it matters if I forgive myself?
“You’re just trying to avoid an argument.” “Well…I do have to go. We can argue about it tonight if you want, but I can think of better things to do.”
“And here I thought you couldn’t
top
barbecued brisket with blue-cheese potato salad,
but I was wrong.”
What is this from?
Getting paid to feed people was the most honorable work he’d ever had.
His orgasm rolled through him in waves,
like a tropical storm,
warm and wild.
The friction and the snug confinement of his jeans combined to build a sweet ache in David’s cock that felt like it could last forever.
Seth’s vivid blue eyes stared with such intense need, it was as if he could fuck David with the force of his gaze alone.
The sight of Seth’s bare chest rising and falling made David’s nipples tighten.
She licked her chops and stared at the stew bubbling on the stove then back at him.
To think that not long ago
his only two career options
had been
beating people
or
sucking cock.
It was like sinking into a vat of
hot chocolate
topped with whipped cream.
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