Naj

New skirt. Swollen breasts. Good hair. High off life. He’s young, French, 6’3, sexy, cool as smoke. It’s a five minute Citibike to his studio in Hell’s Kitchen. You’re perched on a stoop in the most casually sexy position possible. Minutes later, he’s walking toward you, handsome as a black cat, a smile that lightsContinue reading “Naj”

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