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White Dog Mambo
White Dog Mambo
I wear an ankle bracelet to suggest my damage. You might
want to check your mouth for moths. Does it make sense
for your tongue to be where it is? Mile after m
69 in ’68 (Or: Hard Times for Black Boys)
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I let his cum settle on my tongue, but all I could taste was ash.
“Come on Chip,” I thought. “You’re a sommelier. Savor this.”
I let the jism congeal a bit, and then