J. Lynn

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As long as the sun’s shining, shit can’t be that bad

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Good God, you don’t give up

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What are you up to?

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I started to kiss him back, slower and clumsy where his had been sure, practiced. I was worried I was doing it wrong, but then a deep sound came from him, almost a growl and instinctively Iknew it was a sound of approval

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Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly