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Spots He loved spots. The special ones. Like the small black spot just right of that sinful mouth that never failed to entice him. And the large wet one his mouth left on the pillow when he was flipped roughly onto his stomach, his face pressed into the soft down. But he especially loved that spot Blaise would hit when he tilted his hips just so and fucked him until he had to bite the pillow to stifle his screams and his vision went black. back? |