The Manhood Diaries
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The thirty seconds stretched, filled with the wet sound of their mouths, Brody’s low grunt, Debby’s soft sigh.
When they parted, Debby slipped silently back to her seat.
“Who was it?” Cassie asked.
Brody, still blindfolded, licked his lips. “Sandra. Had to be. Smells like that coconut shit.”
Sandra, from across the circle, burst out laughing. “Wrong, lumberjack!”
Brody ripped off the blindfold, his eyes finding Debby, who gave a small, shy smile. “Fuck,” he muttered, but he was grinning. He dropped to the floor. “Alright, Debby. Come collect your prize.”
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