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Nine more days of summer, and I’m running on fumes. I’ll be scarce — or not. You never know with me.

Last week, her ass. This week, the rest. And god, do I want to use that mouth.

It’s just not how I roll.

I don’t disappear on people. I say good-bye. I wish more people extended me the same courtesy.

Rose comes for you. Twice.

A preview of Sofia, from behind. More to come.

You’re not giving me a blowjob. You’re taking one from me.

I’ve asked Sofia to prepare something for you. You’ll thank me.

Luna may or may not suck my cock again, but she did send me something nice.

From a reverie about a threesome to a 911 call in the back of a cab.