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fantasy story of Ann Suzuki :
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ngernails, immediately glancing away from those cut close but jagged,
those not quite short enough, no matter if their right or left hips
displayed a menagerie of keys, cock-rings, and multi-colored bandannas.
But whatever the condition of any hand he saw, a shimmering jet of
excitement tinged at his sphincter, shooting full force up through him.
He stayed positioned against the wall through three more songs. until he
had nearly finished his beer, his fifth of the night, and had decided to
take to the streets after all when a few feet away from his a small knot
of men parted and he met the eyes of a short, slender man with wavy ash-
blond hair and a full darker-blond moustache. The short man was
shirtless with low-cut beltless jeans hugging his tight waist. His body
was smooth and laden with muscle. H
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