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 Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 1:22 am
(He was kind, and the movie was great a second time!)
Ven closed his eyes in enjoyment. He smiled lightly in pleasure.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 1:38 am
Dylan got back and started to kiss Ven while he strokes Vens length.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 3:24 am
Ventua moaned softly, looking down at his growing member.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:46 pm
Dylan puts his length in Ven and went slowly, the rest just faded away...
The next day....
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 1:18 am
Ventus woke up slowly, still naked from the night before. He slowly rose, and wincened in pain. His backside, and back 'entrance' was in extreme pain. Ven whipered lightly, and hugged sleeping Dylan.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 6:18 pm
Dylan wakes up from the hug Ven gave him. "Hey you," Dylan kisses the top of Ven's head, "did you have fun last night," Dylan turn's to look at the clock, it was noon. "Oh my gosh, it's noon. Wants me too make some lunch babe"
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 12:14 am
Ventus nodded. "Um . . . can we have . .. um I don't know", Ven said, undisiding.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 12:19 am
((DESU DESU DESU DESUUUUUUU!!! ))
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A Lock Without A Key Crew
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 9:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:04 pm
"Blueberry and Wild Berry Muffins", Ventus finally desided, sadly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:11 pm
"Sure, but.." Dylan went down to look at Vens eyes, "what's wrong"
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:20 pm
"JUst a memory", Ventus whispered lightly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:27 pm
Dylan takes Ven into his arms and holds him tight to his chest, "do you wanna talk about it"j
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 11:02 pm
"My grandma use to make them . . .", Ven said sadly, but then shook it off.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 11:34 pm
"Oh..." Dylan looked down, "...what happen"
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