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Washed out tight jeans and white shirt wrapped to his chest and arms. When had Ash put on that wicked body? It seemed that these dresses were sewn on his skin. The artfully disheveled hair made my hands itch to the desire to stuffing them with my fingers and tighten them while I plundered his mouth. Those lips and that angelic smile were a temptation which rekindled my c**k instantly.
Shit, it was not possible that I had f****d up until this point. I was watching him while friends embraced him and laughed with him, making him the good wishes. He reciprocated every hug and every smile, and I felt jealous of each one.
«Sean, I go away with Elise. Ash will celebrate until morning at least, and I do not want to know what he will do. I trust him and I know he will not do s**t. Besides, I t
