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[pesave]

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

Jared watched Patrick peeing off the trail. "That is not going to fit in me," Jared said half to himself. Patrick looked up in confusion, then at Jared. He followed Jared's gaze back to his dick. "Oh," he chuckled. "Yeah it will. It'll fit. That's what lube's for. Your hole is gonna eat it up once it slides in." Jared was not convinced. "Nuh uh." "You'll see. I'm guessing you've only been with bunny rabbits who don't want to take the time to prepare their partners. A good partner will loosen you and get you relaxed so it doesn't hurt so much." Patrick hefted his cock back in his pants and zipped his pants up. "Sorry what was the last thing you said?" Patrick laughed. "You'll get plenty of time with my dick later pretty boy. Come on, we got a few more miles to go." Jared grumbled and adjusted his bulge. "Great, now I have to hike horny." "You're in your 20s, you're always horny." "...Yeah you're right." Patrick grinned. "Come on bunny. Let's get a move on." "Bunny??"

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[1991dvlz]

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

Rich could hear the footsteps running down the wooden hallway like a kid coming to a Christmas Tree. "Oh lord," he muttered, "Regretting it already." Billy popped into the doorframe. "Got your tex- woah! you weren't kidding! You're gonna bust out of your underwear." "You want it or not?" Rich said in a muffled voice around the toothbrush. "Fuck yeah I want it," Billy said. "Step back a little." He knelt in front of Rich and pulled his underwear down. "Fuck, man, I love your dick. It's gorgeous. I swear you get bigger..." Rich spit into the sink. "You really are a freak." "Well you like it, so what does that make you?" Billy said. Rich tapped his cheek with his palm. "Don't get smart with me."

"Sorry, sorry." Billy stroked Rich a few times to distract him from his irritation. "Mnnn. On with it, it kinda hurts." Billy wrapped lips around the bulbous tip of his shaft and guided it down his tongue. Rich groaned. "That's more like it." Billy wrapped his hand around Rich's thigh to anchor himself as he sucked his roommate. He really did like Rich's smell. It was this male musk and his soap mixed together. Made him kinda of drift away and relax, easy to get every inch down his throat. If only Rich let him touch his balls, that would have made it perfect.

When Rich was about to cum his legs start trembling and they were really quaking today. Billy increased the action with his tongue. Rich cursed and shot a huge load down Billy's throat, and Billy hurried to swallow it all. His jaw was aching from sucking, but if he broke the suction before Rich was done he'd get another tap on his face. Rich thrust his tips forward and grunted through clenched teeth while he clutched onto the counter for dear life. Rich took a few deep breaths and opened his eyes. He grasped Billy's hair and pulled himself. Billy gasped for breath. "God that was a lot today! Still some coming out..." he licked the tip. Rich hissed. "Sensitive!" Billy smirked. "Sorry." He was not. "Feel better?" "Y - yeah. Fuck I got a little dizzy there." Billy beamed. "Really?" "Yeah. Ok off with ya, I gotta go get ready for work." Rich pushed his face away but more gentle this time. "I'm gonna stay here and finish myself off," Billy said. "You really are a freak," Rich said with a chuckle. "But at least you're good at it. Like imagine being a freak and being terrible at that? You'd have to kill yourself." Billy snorted. "I've had a lot of practice." "I can't imagine what trouble you got into high school." Rich stepped out of his underwear. "I got suspended!" Billy chirped. "Oh lord," Rich groaned. He snatched his underwear up and left the bathroom with Billy giggling behind him. As Rich was getting dressed, he could hear Billy moaning in the bathroom as he finished himself off all over the tile floor. What a horny little thing he was. Rich did not understand it, but he did not need to understand it to benefit from it. Which he did, frequently.

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[want2fucku-blog]

[hyphap]

That smile. He has *plans*.

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

Him and his stupid plans. That fucker always has plans. You swear he's got a whole separate calendar for you somewhere - when you get unlocked and cleaned, when you get unlocked for time in the Carrara belt, when you get unlocked and get to cum (which is like never), when to leave you alone with the vibration for a while, when he's gonna fuck you, etc. His planning is so precise it's almost mathematical. It's infuriating cause you can't argue with it. Every date locked in cause the sun's in a certain place in the sky or some shit.

Goddamn you hate his perfect dick and how he controls you with it. Smug motherfucker.

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[richardstabbert]

PHOTOGRAPHER: LARRY CLARK - JONATHAN VELASQUEZ, 2004

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

Calhoun snickered. "Boy, you're not gonna pay your rent or your debt with modesty. When I say to drop your pants, I mean drop your pants." Marcus blushed and pushed his boxers and jeans to the ground. It was real weird standing there naked, exposed. It wasn't exactly warm in there either. Felt like his dick was trying to crawl back inside himself. Calhoun tilted his head and rubbed his beard in consideration. "Turn around." Marcus shuffled in a full circle. "And you said you prefer men?" "Yeah," Calhoun quietly. "Interesting. Well. We have too many white boys in our roster, and our clients would like some other choices. You could be many things." Calhoun sipped his Coke out of his glass bottle. "You'll have no problems paying off your debt if you think smart and stay off the dope. But I want to make you another offer." "Oh?" "I have a club near Times Square. You'd have to pay for me to train you, of course. But with that investment you could make much more than just me keeping you at a house and waiting for clients to come in. You'd pay off your debt a lot faster. And have some fun doing it." Marcus just stared at Calhoun without saying a word. "You'd be a pretty dancer. Plenty of people will want to take a dancer home. Play your cards right, some rich guy may want to keep you as a pet," Calhoun snickered. "I wouldn't mind bein' a dancer," Marcus said from his dry throat. "If you think I can make more money. I want to pay off this debt real bad. These people don't like to wait." "A motivated escort is a good one." Calhoun put his glass bottle down. "Then it's settled." He looked over at the big guy in the suit standing next to the sofa. "Call Dan, have him find Marcus a room. And make an appointment with Dr. Gonzalez. And tell Rosie she's gonna have a new boy to schedule." "Yes sir," the man bowed his head. He didn't move right away though. "Calhoun Sir?" "Yes Ruiz?" "May I be his first? He's really beautiful." Calhoun laughed. "See Marcus? You're going to be very popular." Marcus was too stunned to speak. He'd never been called "beautiful". Or wanted, really. He'd never been popular. He'd been real nervous about coming to Calhoun, but he was surprised to find a tingle of excitement in his gut. He'd slept for guys for money before when he needed cash for a hit. That had gone well, but who knew it could go better? Who knew he could actually have a knack for this?

"I'd be happy to sleep with your man, Sir. To show my appreciation for this opportunity to help get my debt paid off." Calhoun raised an eyebrow. Marcus could see he was pleased. "My my. I'm going to keep my eye on you, boy. Ruiz, be gentle with him. Don't damage my goods." Ruiz smirked. "Yes Sir."

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[mannerbornboyagain]

To The Manner Born (Again)

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

"Oh let's stop pretending. Get over here and service me already, I came here from class and haven't been able to nut all day and I'm uncomfortable. Oh yeah, I already know this is what you do. I heard from the football team how much they like you...don't tell me they were wrong. Uh huh, thought so. Settle right here on the floor between my knees, baby. Good boy."

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[boooradleysatx]

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

"Hey John, whose boy is that?" "Huh, what?" John was watching a bird in the tree. "The guy in the red Speedo, who is he with?" "Oh David? He lives at the guest cottage behind the house we're renting, remember? He's the cleaner and stuff." Saul blinked. "That's him? I thought the caretaker was the old guy..." "No that's the gardener. Man that bird is really pretty...just swaying in the leaves..." "Did you take a gummy?" "Maybe." Saul patted him on the leg. "Godspeed." He watched David tidy up the empty cans and hang up wet towels. No one was paying him any attention. He didn't have the biggest ass or the fullest Speedo or even the best hair cut, but Saul liked his body language. He wanted to be useful. Wanted. This river-side property was advertised as a gay-friendly retreat space; Saul wondered if that extended to the caretaker. Saul waited until he caught David's eye. He crooked his finger until David came over. Saul held his arm and pulled him down so his lips were against David's ear. "How far does your service go?" "I uh - well -I-" he stammered. "Come to my room tonight?" There was a loud splash and raucous laughter on the other side of the dock as a deck chair and its occupant went into the water. "Dude," John said. "Oh dear! Is everyone ok?" David rushed over to help one of Saul's other friends and prevent a cooler from floating away.

It was a few moments before things calmed down and Saul caught David's eye again. Saul raised an expectant eyebrow. David looked Saul up and down and pointed to himself, mouthing, "Me?" Saul nodded with a smirk. David just stared at him wide eyed. He turned bright red and bolted before anyone could see him getting hard. "9 pm!" Saul called out after him. He was amused by his innocence. There was a shortage of shy demure boys in the city. There was probably a shortage of hot men out here in the hill country too. Saul had a feeling David would come...

...and at 8:55 pm, there David was, standing besides his doorway, looking at Saul with nervous anticipation as Saul walked up to the door carrying a book from the library. David didn't know what he had shown up for, he just knew it was something he wanted from a beautiful man. Saul took him inside and locked the door. It didn't take long to discover that David was a virgin. By morning, he was not.

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[awalkonthelightside]

Making shapes in the bluebells

[awalkonthelightside]

Its nearly that time of year again!

[flashdoggy]

What a beautiful place to be quietly unashamedly naked

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

Ah yes, spring. The time when bottoms leave their winter nests of blankets and tea and start migrating to search for their tops to mate with. A successful attachment will last through out the summer party season.

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

Made a post last night that's under the "mature" tag. If your Tumblr is not set to see these posts, you won't see it.

[uw2025]

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

Mick stepped out of the shower and froze in the doorway of the bathroom to drink in that sight. "Well. That sends a pretty clear message." He threw his towel over a hook. "Won't be needing this." He grabbed the lube out of his dob kit and strolled over to the bed where the feast was being served. Mick cupped RJ's ass with hands that grew up playing piano and squeezed. RJ whimpered. "Don't tease me, please, I just - really just need it." "You know, when I see the schedule in Mastertour and see we're going to be on the bus for a few days before we get a hotel room, I smile now." "Oh my suffering is entertaining to you?" Mick snorted. "Suffering? Aren't we dramatic." "It makes me a good song writer," RJ muttered. Mick popped the lid and drizzled the fluid down the split between the peach. "That's funny, we've been playing the same line up for a couple weeks now on tour, and I don't remember hearing any tracks about me fucking you." RJ looked back at Mick. "That's what Paladin is about. Why do you think it's the only track on the new album we don't play live? Makes me too horny to sing it..." Mick was too stunned to speak for a moment. "Ok that is brand new information." "You never realized it?" "No. Remember? I'm a drummer. I'm dumb. I just make things go bang bang." "That you do big boy. Come on now, bang me, before I lose my erection." Mick reached up underneath RJ and gave him a few pumps of encouragement. "Nope that is still going pretty strong." "Nnnn~~" Mick released RJ and let that heavy cock hang so he could slick himself up. "You want me to stretch you?" "No." "Fuck," Mick groaned as he put a knee on the bed. "I love touring with you. Also why did you kiss me on stage tonight? Fans are gonna be blowing up our socials about that." "You looked kissable." "Great, thanks for clearing that up." RJ giggled. "Come oooonnn." "Fine, fine." Mick pushed his head down on to the bed. "Knees a bit more wide apart. Good boy." He guided himself into RJ who was of course, tight, and needed to be stretched, but was begging Mick to just push it in. With the power of lube anything is possible, and his head popped in. RJ gasped with a shudder going down his back. "Yeah more!" "Gladly."

Mick grasped his shoulder with his thick, beefy hand, and pushed all seven hard inches inside that bubble butt. RJ arched his back and howled with pleasure. "Oh YEAH that's it! Fuck, that's it, come on nail me, please." Mick started with slow thrusts, mostly out of caution to make sure his partner was comfortable; but also to tease him a little and make him squirm on his cock. "Stay in rhythm with me. I always set the tempo remember…" RJ answered incoherently, the words muffled by the bed. With every push, the tension melted away bit by bit and Mick increased his pace until they were racing to the finish line. RJ was leaning on his shoulder pushed into the mattress, one hand gripping the bedding; the other one was around his cock, stroking himself as Mick did his work. "Yes - yes! Ah fuck, I'm coming!" he announced. He howled and drooled into the comforter and blew ropes of cum over the towel he put down.

"Fuck!" Mick hissed through clenched teeth. He threw his weight over RJ, using his toes to keep him in as deep as possible in that warm place while also keeping one hand on RJ's upward shoulder for leverage. It was intensely necessarily to Mick that his cum go into RJ -all of it- as deep as possible. "Oh fuuuck," Mick moaned as the orgasm rolled over him and then away. "Fuckin hell… god you feel so good." It lasted forever, but also, not long enough. RJ's chest was heaving with the effort of breathing. "So much cum leaking out…" Mick gave a few slow thrusts until he began to soften and slip out. Cum leaked all over the towel. "Look at that load. You took so much." RJ rolled his head more so he could get more air into his lungs. "Fuck, that was incredible," he panted. "And I have to say, I'm realizing now, that I'm not the only one who is backed up being in a tour bus. " "I was saving that load for you." RJ glanced back again at Mick with an unfocused gaze. "You did?" "Yeah. Much better than putting it in a bunk sock." "Eeeewwwww. Oh don't ruin this moment." Mick flopped onto his side and toyed with his own cock. "It was really good, thank you." "You are very welcome. Got what you needed?" Mick asked as he sat on the bed. "Every time. Man, can you imagine if the fans saw that?"

Mick clapped his palm to his forehead and winced. "Please god no. Do you know how hard I have to work to convince them I'm straight?" "I don't really get why you want to be closeted to be honest…" "You don't?" Mick scoffed. "You silly boy. So there's less eyes on us. Everyone thinks you're having a secret love affair with Tanner in Bank of Sounds remember?" RJ furrowed his brow. "Yeah, I still don't get how that started. Just because we're both gay and they opened for us last year doesn't mean we are hooking up." Mick grinned. "I might have planted that." RJ's jaw dropped. He propped himself up on his arms. "You DID? You started that?" "Oh yeah. On Reddit. Our social media engagement went way up, Bank of Sounds got a lot of social media engagement. And you now seem more secretive and mysterious, and I get your hole to myself, without scrutiny."

RJ stared at Mick. "Ok, maybe you're not a dumb drummer." "Oh no I'm dumb as hell. I got outsmarted by the bathroom faucet earlier, remember?" RJ just laughed. "Right. You just know how to go bang bang really well." Mick squeezed RJ's ass again and watched more cum spill out. "Indeed I do."

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[fanofshoes44]

[flashdoggy]

It feels so good to be spanked by a Man wearing leather gloves

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

Master John flexed his hand to ensure the glove had the right fit. "Alright boy, I'm ready. Hand it over." Paul offered the glass jar of organic peanut butter. With the twist of the hand, the metal lid moved and the safety seal popped. "There you go." John handed the jar back. Paul felt a knot in his pelvis tighten when he heard the leather in the glove creak and wished Sir was gripping him instead. Anywhere would have been fine. "Thank you Sir for opening it." "You're welcome. I look forward to tasting those cookies when I get back from my appointments." "I'm excited I finally have time to bake. Dinner and dessert will be waiting for you Sir." "I look forward to it boy, I will be hungry." John pulled on his leather jacket. "The night's yours boy, but remember-" he lifted Paul's chin with his finger. "No using your plug to masturbate. I don't want you messing with it and setting yourself off. Want you horny to warm my bed properly tonight, you hear me?" "Yes Sir, I will Sir. I mean, won't Sir. I will, and I won't, uh, I think." Master John chuckled. He leaned over to kiss Paul on the lips while also cupping his cheek. "Love you, I'll text you when I'm on my way home." "Yes Sir." Paul melted at the touch and the scent of his cologne mixing with the leather. Paul saw Master John out to his appointments at the local club and closed the door behind him. Master John would be gone a while, with the milkings and punishments he had to dole out to his clients. But not his load. That was for his boy. Paul carried the peanut butter back to the kitchen, feeling of the plug every step of the way. It brought him back to the present instead of thinking head into the the future when Master John would warm his ass and fuck him into the bed. Or maybe the swing tonight... "Oh man," Paul sighed as he thumped the flour on the counter. "This is gonna be a long evening. I swear I am going to jump his bones the second he comes home."

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[sexyhotmeninsuits]

[gc8118]

My father-in-law has never really approved of me.

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

Au contraire. Daddy sees your potential. He's frustrated that you waste it and you're not getting the most out of your university education. He is already annoyed his daughter married you for your family's money. You're making them look bad. Lucky for you, Daddy knows that you can make a boy do anything you want if you control his penis. The way he motivates you is also the way he punishes you...better not let Daddy down...

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[wranglerbuttboys]

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

"Oh, that? Yeah you bet I'm going out like this. This right here is fag bait," Travis jostled his cock in his jeans while grinning. "They love this, the second I walk in that bar those sluts are all over me. I can barely get to the floor to do line dancing! Hell if I do they just follow me back to the bar. So yeah, no underwear needed for me. Makes it easier for em to blow me anyhow. Oh, and I'll probably bring one of em home for some good breedin', so expect there will be someone else out here in the morning." Travis's roommate just stared at him. "Uh. Ok. Good to know." "Aight, well, gotta head off now, see ya later!"

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[uw2025]

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

John groaned and covered his face, arching his back like a harp's curve. "Henry, you can't say things like that, especially in public. I can't take it. I already feel like I'm going to explode with this stupid device on my dick." "No one's here," Henry said with a wide gesture of hi shand. "And I won't blunt the way I feel about you, not my thoughts or what I say. Especially when you're walking around with your pants slipping down your waist, you tease..." That got a slip of a smile. "Oh can you see my ass? Are they down too low? Oops." Henry looked amused. He pulled up John's jeans. "You need some tighter pants. Something short, that shows off revealing lines and leaks..." "No. Nooo. You wouldn't." "It is an arousing idea," Henry said. He pushed his hand down the front of John's jeans curled his fingers around the metal and flesh he found there, and locked eyes with John. "The more revealing things are, the more embarrassed you are, the hornier you get; and the more you strain, the more you leak. And the hotter it gets. And then you come to me begging me to fuck you in a frenzy. That is arousing." He withdrew his hand. John whimpered. "I think you're an incubus. That's the only explanation. That you're some demonic man set out to meet me to lure me into his dreamworld so he can drive me insane." That made him chuckle. "If I could feed only off your energy, I would." Henry brushed his cheek with the back of his hand. "Your cheeks are quite warm." "It's the sun," John insisted. Henry smirked. "I see. Why don't we go for a quick swim and get something cold to drink? You need to cool off." "I need an ice bath," John muttered. "A dip in the sea and lemonade won't do?" "Only if you skinny dip with me." "Deal." John's eyebrows went up. He wasn't expecting Henry to say yes so fast. "I'm in."

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[uw2025]

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

Jordy stopped abruptly as he walked past the mirror. For one jarring second he did not recognize himself. He was not used to seeing himself in a thong jockstrap like this. He'd put one on after his shower, testing it out. The mirror here was longer than the one in his tiny apartment. Jordy was fascinated at his reflection. He turned a little to the left and right. He'd never imagined himself wearing one regularly. Twinks wore one, fags, subs, boys...he never thought of himself as being cute enough or eager enough to be one of those. He was just "a guy". It was Fred that said he should try it. Said he would feel different. That clothes and gear can really change how you feel. Jordy had scoffed, because boxer briefs had never done him wrong, but he now he captivated by this magic. Wow, it made his dick look huge. He felt hot. A bit slutty. Jordy took a picture and sent it to Fred: "Gym shot." Nice. He gathered his shower kit and towel off the counter, intending to walk over to his locker to put his clothes back on. When he looked up, he saw another man eyeing him in the reflection of the mirror. Jordy turned around to looked at him. The man smirked at him. "You have a cute ass." He gave Jordy a little tap on his right cheek as he walked past. Jordy blushed. Well that had never happened before! Fred sent him an emoji of a face with star eyes. "Super hot." Jordy felt a tight knot of lust forming in his groan. "I hope you have some time this evening, because I need you to fuck me." "Come over right now," Fred replied. "I can breed you plenty before my 3 pm meeting." Jordy groaned. Fuck, did Fred cast a spell on that jockstrap or something??

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[opendirectories]

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

Mark heard a bonk from the back of the car, like someone hit the trunk, so he glanced up from rifling through the CD binder. He startled at the sight of Norman who had suddenly appeared in front of his window. A couple of CDs slid out of the binder at the jolt and clattered down by his feet. "Bloody hell," he muttered. He rolled down the window. "Norm what are you doing out here? Did I forget something?" "No. Well, I just forgot to ask you something." "What?" Norman bit his lip hard enough to leave a dent. He seemed to be looking anywhere except at Mark. "Do you like, want to go do something sometimes?" "Like go to the Centre? I think my mates are going on Sunday..." Norman look pained. "Like a movie or something. Saturday night." Mark blinked at him. "You better be careful Mark, you don't want people seeing you with me alone and thinking you're a ~homosexual~." He said the last word in a posh voice. Norman scoffed, clouds of warm breath puffing out of his lips in the cold air. "I don't care. Once we go off to uni, I'm not gonna see all these blokes anyway. And I'm kind of done living my life based on their rules." "Oh," Mark squeaked. He fumbled to turn off the heater in the car before he melted down to where the CDs went. "Um. Well, bloody hell. Ok, um, I wouldn't mind seeing a movie, then." Norman exhaled a huge sigh of relief. "Um. Good. I'm glad, that's um. Good." He smiled. Mark smiled back. "I, uh should get back to the party then." Norman made a gesture with his hand. "Right. Oh wait here..." Mark dug a sharpie out of his backpack. "Gimme your arm." Norman thrust it into the car. Mark pushed Norman's sleeve up and wrote his number on his skin. Norman stared at it in awe. "Yeah guess I will need that. Thanks." Mark put the cap back on. "I'll uh, be waiting for your call." Norman hugged his arm to his chest. "Yeah, I'll give you a ring."

They waved at eachother, and Norman left to go back into the party. Except he promptly slipped and faceplanted in a snowdrift. "Are you alright mate?" Mark asked after he cracked the driver's side door open. "You didn't see that!" Norman shouted as he slipped and slid back to the standing. Mark dissolved into giggles at the snow all over his face. "You got a little..." he gestured with his hand. Norman hurriedly brushed himself off. "I'm good. All good. Totally fine." "Be careful." "Will do." Norman saluted. Mark shook his head, chuckling to himself. He closed the door and watched Norman go back inside. Wow did that really happen? Did Norman really ask him out? Norman Montgomery asked him out? Unbelievable. Mark had been jerking off to memories of Norman playing lacrosse for months, hoping the rumors he'd been hearing were true. "Guess it is going to be a good new year," Mark marveled to himself as he picked up the CDs.

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[newblvotg]

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

hahahahahah

[santa-is-gay]

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

When you've been a bad boy, one of Santa's elves offers you a way to accept punishment and atone before he brings you presents. Your ass will be glowing red and bright just like an ornament on the tree. Sucks, but you were a bad boy though, so you just have to take your punishment. Why does Santa's elves have to be so hot though??

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