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They say, “any port in a storm.” Yes. You
both came home with me for spliffs of righteous

bush, bi-boy porn, sauna’s wet heat. Who knew
stranger danger could be fun? A scrumptious

orgy while we play Witches and Warlock.
Now, all aglow, your best friend asks how it

feels while rubbing the tip of my cock
against your lips, her finger on your clit.

Life in a small town; you two craved to feel
depraved. Your dad said I’m a foreigner,

hellbent on trouble. All true. We love storm;
chronic thunder and rain. It’s how we’ll heal

from a world that hates pleasure and laughter.
Ecstasy is the key. Watch us transform.