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where.

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Do I even need to say anything

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It’s 9:50 at night, and I’m stuck thinking about the creak of a mattress that sounds every thrust, the heaving panting as he climbs higher and higher to the peak. Copia’s not the young man he once was but by god, he refuses to let a single mountain of pleasure go unconquered.

A hint of whimper, a gulping gasp, a trembling bottom lip, and then —

How his legs straighten as best as they can, the meat of his thighs tensing so hard there’s a tremor. Feet sliding but demanding purchase as they try and hold steadfast to the mattress, even in those ridiculous yet adorable New York rat socks he insisted on wearing. The plush of his tummy clenches and unclenches in soft, appearing huffs as waves of pleasure flow through him. And his mouth wobbles empty, emitting few things louder than a whimper.

He feels everything because everything is you: It’s your warmth that grips him, your wetness that slathers him, your scent that drives, your taste that lingers on the sweet and salty parts of his tongue.

And finally…the collapse. Uncoordinated, coupled by a grunt, a soft oof on your end, his sweaty head falling into the crook of your sweatier neck. The heat of his breathing creates a well of perspiration there.

In the daze of it all, he hoarsely apologizes. Asks if. If you’re oka-AY? His words are rumbled as the aftershocks ripple through him, his body unable to stop itself from shaking against you, digging his hips further into your own to seal the already sticky mess between you. Your pubes tangle and scratch together.

And you giggle, assuring him that ye-ES (damn, just watching him like this was enough to coax a mini orgasm out of you. He truly is unholy).

You are beyond fine.

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Sooo this happened on tiktok

And the comments are gold

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Sheena Ringo for GuitarBook Magazine (2000)

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it’s fuck ice friday! and fuck ice everyday of the week too

made in 2025

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