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It was a windy winter day, josh had invited chris, his schoolmate,  over to a sleepover. They were good friends at the time,But chris wished they were more. Chris immediately accepted the invitation, as he realized this would be an opportunity to confess his long kept feelings for josh. When he knocked on josh's door, he heard a very familiar voice, "come in! He heard from the house. He walked in, and was greeted by the sight of josh sitting on the couch, playing what he assumed was sonic rush on the nintendo ds. The house was much warmer than outside, and smelled of febreeze and cinnamon. A surprisingly hypnotic aroma. " hi...chris....ԍ

It was a windy winter day, josh had invited chris, his schoolmate,  over to a sleepover. They were good friends at the time,But chris wished they were more. Chris immediately accepted the invitation, as he realized this would be an opportunity to confess his long kept feelings for josh. When he knocked on josh's door, he heard a very familiar voice, "come in! He heard from the house. He walked in, and was greeted by the sight of josh sitting on the couch, playing what he assumed was sonic rush on the nintendo ds. The house was much warmer than outside, and smelled of febreeze and cinnamon. A surprisingly hypnotic aroma. " hi...chris....ԍ

"ah yeah i like the pink one he's pretty hot" "steve ur fucking gay that's a photo of mick you buttered fuck" david took note of steve's greasy complexion. oily, and invasive. His pores were pools of grease. amazing. daivd wanted to swim in those pools. The two sat in the midst of a steamy room. cigarette smoke flustered and plumed, the house rang empty tonight except for the two fuckers. steve sat, legs crossed, propped by his meaty ass arms. his arm hair was glazed in sweat from the midsummer's humidity. his hair was greasy, just like his skin, and a thin shine stretched across the jet black strands. his weirdly cropped mom jeans and cro