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1 " That’s right. You in just your socks, wrapped in a blanket, and drinking hot cocoa. I am so kinky.”Mr. B’s breath quickened as soon as the jeans were off along with the ax-patterned briefs, and his dick was out in the warm summer air, hard and ready. “If your kink is keeping me cozy and fed with donuts, I don’t mind one bit. "
― K.A. Merikan , Hipster Brothel
2 " The fresh air smelled of pine and warm wood. And of Mr. B, whose body now steamed with vaporized masculinity. "