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In the shadows, where the city's underbelly breathes, I met Nolan. His lips, a wicked invitation, drew me closer. The taste of him—a blend of musky cologne and desire—ignited m
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In the shadows of the alleyway, where neon signs flicker and cast an electric glow, Grayson unzips his fly, his breath heavy with anticipation. I surrender to my instinctual need,
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