Better Than an Autograph (OLD)

Closing his eyes, desmond laid his chin on top of floyd's head, who flattened his ears. "mmm... hey, desmond?" giving floyd's ear a gentle lick, desmond replied "mmhm?"

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Damaging Smuggled Goods

desmond's pucker was swollen and raw from the abuse. desmond's screaming never stopped. just like sovy losing his mind in the sex, desmond lost his voice in the inarticulate wailing. all that sovy picked up was, "oh god, oh god, stop, please!"

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Turned Tables

desmond did remember, he remembered with surprising clarity.

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