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2002-10-27
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We sit in our love seats and sip on our cosmos. Much like our cosmos, the room is maroon. I lounge beneath a lamp and suck my cosmo drop by drop. I brush a strand away from my eyes and tilt the decadent glass to my lips. In this I feel the extravagance. Dripping down my neck and to the tip of my dick. And in a circle of sexy friends the image is complete. I imagine how we appear in a lens--glamorous, elegant, tipsy with privelege. And this is our youth--of indulgence, success, and life to the fullest.
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