[M] when my dreams shattered.
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Lucifer had always had a thing for males, most of the time he would rather be in bed with a male then female, unless the female was Deuce. She was his poison, he knew without her he was nothing, but with her he was completed, but he was happy just being with the one female. He wanted to be in the sexual relations with any one he, so picked out for that night, yes one day he might come down with something that would kill him, but oh till then, till then he would enjoy this life style of not being committed to anyone.
The black male at the end of it all felt far from left out, he was having a blast, as he pushed him-self into Kansas, filling the thrill of taking on a sexual night with someone he had lust for and then there was the male, really what more could a drunken man what? He bit down on his bottle lip sucking on it, as soft whimpers and moan muttered from clinched lips.
He rocked against the male, making sure not to knock him off his rhythm that he had set, but oh how Lucifer wanted nothing more than to have this night never end. Reaching around the male reached for the shaft of the white male, feeling it enter in and out of Naniko he grunted, pushing a bit harder into the male, as he rolled his hand up and down the male’s shaft.


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