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But I'm not a faggot, actually. January 6, 2013. This entry was posted in Screenshots. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Sorry, you...
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But I'm not a faggot, actually. January 6, 2013. January 4, 2013. My head is turned toward the car’s rear the seat. Eyes scrunched, head hitting the passenger side backdoor with ceaseless rhythm as he fucks me. I lower my head. Haven’t closed my eyes yet and all I can feel are his hands gripping my waist and my head carrying out a silent fight with the back door, my brow landing its stern, rhythmic hits. Continue reading →. January 3, 2013. Coming back, that is. The one who mourned. November 15, 2012.
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Confessions of a boy toy. Thu, 12/10/2009 - 2:35AM by coaboytoy. Right as I finish packing my eye contact solution in my overnight bag, my phone rings, notifying that my ride is here. I throw my bag over my shoulder, turn off the lights in my bedroom and skip down the stairs and out the front door. He asks. I nod while rolling down my window. All-American Reject turns right on Market and we begin heading back his place in the East Bay. All the cars and vans and motorcycles heading into the city would ram...