Politics, popularity, paranoia, pharmaceuticals. Are you in?
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“Remember the last time?” Brendon murmured, drawing his lips along Ryan’s jaw until he reached the neck and bit down softly.
“No.”
Brendon fell to his knees, hands settling on Ryan’s belt buckle, working it open and pushing the jeans down to mid-thigh together with Ryan’s underwear. “Liar.”
Yes. (с)
“No.”
Brendon fell to his knees, hands settling on Ryan’s belt buckle, working it open and pushing the jeans down to mid-thigh together with Ryan’s underwear. “Liar.”
Yes. (с)
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20.09.2009 в 04:09аЫ.
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20.09.2009 в 04:15блядь, черт, госпади-
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20.09.2009 в 04:26кстати, этот фик я читала когда ехала на ночь испанского кино. Just saying.
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20.09.2009 в 04:29-
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20.09.2009 в 04:31