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Thunder rumbled through the night sky as rain poured down drenching the streets with cold droplets. The city slowed to the speed of a small town; the occasional dog owner or a car going down the road. As the sun starts to set, a man leans against the frame of the porch door watching the night take over the day.Lost in thought, he stands oblivious to the growing storm while the thunder gets louder than before and lightning begins to flash. The wind picks up, and the pace of the city dies down to a halt. The chill of the night and stormy winds chip away at the man causing him to retreat istanbul travesti into his home eventually. The house was a dark as the night sky. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, the low light making it shine like the onyx jewel; contrasting his paler skin, just warmer than the color beige. His bare feet pressed into the carpeted floor of his room as his shirt fell next to him.He crawled into his bed the muscles of his arms flexing and growing more defined, his long body leaving only a few inches of the bed untouched. The room goes black as he shuts off the one single lamp in travesti istanbul the room. Flashes of lightning illuminate his face as he stares up at the ceiling watching his fan spin feverishly in a circle. The growl of the thunder and steady rhythm of the rain couldn’t gag the thoughts running through his head. He glances over at the clock and watches 11:59 turn into midnight. He groans and reaches for the remote, turning on the T.V. Sitting up he flips through the channels going past late night infomercials and old re-runs of shows that long ago ended their series. Spending only istanbul travestileri a near minute on a station he sees small clips of each show the blue-ish form the t.v flickering with each change of the channel.He sighed as the bored and frustration took over and turned off the t.v tossing the remote on to the floor. He stared back up at the ceiling the silence shortly being disturbed by the sound of his phone alerting him to a text. Opening the message, he sees the image of a small framed blonde girl posing naked in her bathroom at the bottom of the picture read, “Hey Liam, how about another few rounds? The other night was just so much fun; we have to do it again.”The women had a body any man would love to have underneath him; slim waist large full and perky double D breast and an ass just the right size to grip and pound.
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