( he never forgot. the memories are hazy and faraway, like staring up at the sky from inside a tomb of murky water; he can't see it clearly, just impressions. the vague outline of clouds. a hint of blue. sunlight dappling a distant surface. enough for it to matter. enough for a nuclear arsenal. felix sits in silence and smokes through two and a half cigarettes, snuffed out on a cheap ashtray lifted from one of the many seedy, nameless bars in the down.
some people fall for love. some people fall for sex. luckily, felix knows how to craft a scalpel from both. )
i want it i think about you fucking my mouth spitting cum on your dick making you fuck me like that still soft still full of you your dick inside me fucking myself with my fingers just to feel you fuck me
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some people fall for love. some people fall for sex. luckily, felix knows how to craft a scalpel from both. )
i want it
i think about you fucking my mouth
spitting cum on your dick
making you fuck me like that
still soft
still full of you
your dick inside me
fucking myself with my fingers just to feel you fuck me
all of it
everything