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| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by OpemipoDoyin: 6:28pm On Dec 07, 2021 |
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| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by ThrillPlus: 5:53pm On Dec 08, 2021 |
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| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by Ultimas: 3:58pm On Dec 11, 2021 |
Afterwards, we inventoried everything I owned, mostly to set things up for a move. Much of my furniture would be sold off or otherwise replaced with a brand new interior decoration once I had a new place picked out. A part of me felt sad over my meager possessions and the idea that they would no longer be mine very shortly. However, this was more than made up by the giddy notion that I was about to embark on a very big shopping spree. True, a professional designer would likely be making many of the artistic decisions, but I was still the one buying a multi-million dollar apartment and all the furnishings. Helen and I walked over every inch of my (now) seemingly very small place. No item was left un-cataloged to ensure it got routed into its proper box and then destination for later. Now I'm not a short guy by any means; but Helen was just as tall as I was. If I had let her keep her heels on, the blonde would be towering over me. And as we continued around the place she eventually removed the black business jacket. My eyes bugged out for a moment once I realized that this girl was absolutely STACKED, her large breasts actually having to be held down by a full bra inside her blouse and making her appear extremely top-heavy over a thin waist. I wondered, and not for the first time, how Miss Cooper ended up a personal assistant instead of a lingerie model or some other career equally appreciative of her beauty. Or maybe this particular agency was the kind of business I would want to do a lot more business with. Still, despite her physical attributes, Helen was nothing but professional and didn't flirt with me in the slightest, despite several comments on my part. By mid-day, once again I would be having my lunch brought to me. A part of me liked the convenience, but I was still sick of eating at home. This time, at my insistence, we ordered pizza. I'd had enough of pretentious lawyer and investment banker food. As the smell of pepperoni hit her nostrils, I got the first genuine smile in hours out of Helen's professional demeanor. "I probably shouldn't," she wondered, looking at the oil bubbling on top of melted cheese. In the endshe compromised, dabbing at the pizza with a napkin to soak up as much grease as possible before joining me. I'd already finished two slices by that point. We were just finishing up lunch when a knock came at my door. Instinctively I started to get up, but Helen waved me off. "It's my job, remember?" So I sat down and watched as she peeked through the peephole and then opened up the door. "Can I help you?" "Oh, um... am I in the right place?" The voice I heard was melodious and completely familiar in its shy sweetness. "Nancy?" I called out from my spot on the couch as I got up. Nancy was just sizing up this very tall blonde with the big breasts, a badly stricken expression on her face. "I'm interrupting something. I'm very sorry." And with that she half turned to flee. "Nancy! No, no. Please, come in. Have some pizza." "you have company." "Oh, no. It's not what you think." I stood side by side with Helen and reached out again, holding both of Nancy's hands as I brought her inside. "Hello, I'm Miss Cooper," Helen offered, holding her hand out for a handshake while I closed the door. "Mr. Kendall's law firm assigned me to Mr. Robins as his personal assistant. We have a lot of documents to go over and there will be many changes in his personal life." Nancy took the hand and allowed Helen to shake. But she still looked a little uncomfortable with the situation. "I'm Nancy," she managed to answer. "I live on the 5th floor." Then she turned to me. "I just wanted to talk. To apologize for last night." Helen stepped in smoothly. "Mr. Robins, I have several more calls to make. I'll just leave you two alone." She turned and smiled kindly at Nancy. "Pleased to make your acquaintance." And with that, she grabbed her briefcase and notebook computer and went into my bedroom before I could correct her into calling me 'Tade'. I brought Nancy over to the couch, letting her sit next to me while she still eyed me a little strangely. "Every time I see you there seems to be another gorgeous woman in your orbit," she commented. "Like you," I said softly. My heart immediately went back to the way I was feeling yesterday in the elevator, desperate to spendmore time with this pretty girl. Nancy hung her head down, not sure how to act. A long lock of jet black hair fell over her eyes. And before I realized it, I'd pulled back on the hair, tucking it around her ear to let me see her elfin cute face. Nancy shivered at my touch. "I don't understand it. Why can't I get you out of my head?" Diary of Playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624 |
| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by EmmanuelBlaze04: 4:28pm On Dec 11, 2021 |
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| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by BigBasher: 4:19pm On Dec 13, 2021 |
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| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by Ultimas: 3:40pm On Dec 21, 2021 |
Nancy shivered at my touch. "I don't understand it. Why can't I get you out of my head?" "Probably for the same reason you're inside my head." And without thinking I leaned in and pressed my lips softly to hers. She gasped in surprise but a moment later Nancy flowed back into my kiss, her hands actually coming up and holding my face as she pressed forward, parting her lips to allow my tongue in as my heart leapt in absolute joy. But as quickly as we started, Nancy pulled straight back shaking her head. "But I barely know you!" "Then let's change that," I offered. "But I can't. The whole situation is just too overwhelming for me. And you're cute and all, but... it's just so weird. The fact is, you're not just a cute guy I met in the elevator. you're New York's newest billionaire. And if I go out with you, paparazzi are going to be plastering photos of me in every trashy tabloid." Once again I was holding Nancy's hands in my own. "Nancy, do you like me? Do you feel the same spark between us that I'm feeling?" She looked at me. "Yes." "Then what else matters?" "I just don't know if I can handle all this." I could see the moisture in her honey brown eyes. "If you were just another guy, we could have had dinner last night and talked and who knows what might have happened? But then the Celebrity Sightings thing came on." And I was reminded now of exactly why Nancy had gotten upset. I had just slept with Rosalinda. "In all fairness, Rosalinda has been my friendfor a long time. But there's no relationship there. And I had no idea I was going to meet you in the elevator that day. If we started something together, you and me... well, I'm not a cheater." "And I think I realized that... It doesn't mean I'm happy about it. But it's not like I have any rights over you or anything. That's why I wanted to apologize. It's not very polite to kick someone out of your apartment." Nancy smiled for the first time. "No it's not. But I understand. And apology accepted." My eyes sharpened as I looked right at Nancy. "Now, back to the matter at hand. I'm not much of a cook. So will you let me buy you dinner? Say, Friday?" "A date?" "Yeah, isn't that how this is usually supposed to go? We can start over fresh. I'm just a cute guy you met in the elevator." "not that cute..." she teased. "Hey, you just said I was cute!" "you are, you are," she giggled. Oh, how I loved that giggle. "Stop interrupting me." I exhaled and prepared myself. "I'm just a cute guy you met in the elevator. And you're just a very pretty young lady I want to get to know a little better. Come on, I'll take you to McDonald's!" "Ooh, big fancy dinner from New York's newest billionaire!" "nothing but the best for you. I can afford it." Nancy laughed again and then leaned in and initiated the kiss this time, her lips soft and velvety against mine. She was just as sweet as I had wanted. When she pulled back, I had to ask, "Is that a yes?" "Yes, yes. Friday. Pick me up at eight." THURSDAY Helen came to the door at 9am promptly, with a guest. "Good morning, Mr. Robins." I glared at her. "Excuse me... Tade." A smile lit up her face as she called me by my first name. I think she rather enjoyed the little game. "Better, Helen. How are you?" "I'm good. It's a beautiful morning outside." "I wouldn't know. It feels like I've been cooped up in here or in some other cold building every hour for the last week straight," I grumbled. "Well, we'll get you outside soon enough." She then turned to her guest, a distinguished lady in her mid-fifties. "May I introduce our real estate agent." Helen continued on, "The plan today is to tour some of these apartments you picked out yesterday. I've already set all the appointments. And..." she held up the paper bag with the Starbucks logo on the front and the three coffee cups in a carrier, "... I brought you breakfast." I leaned in and inhaled the heady aroma. "Smells good." A few minutes later, we'd finished our breakfast and I reclined into my couch while Helen sat next to me as our agent laid out some of the real estate dossiers. We then spent a short time laying out the itinerary we would have for visiting six apartments, the candidates for my future home. But before we could get going, the door knocked. Helen was immediately on to the door. Once opened, she offered her customary "Can I help you?" "Who the hell are you?" I knew the voice immediately, turning to see Rosalinda glaring up at Helen. It wasn't every day that a fashion model like Rosalinda met a woman taller than her. "Rosalinda, that's not a very nice greeting," I admonished her. Diary of a Playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624 |
| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by Zamar: 1:21pm On Dec 22, 2021 |
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| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by FairCritic(m): 5:14pm On Dec 23, 2021 |
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| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by Ultimas: 4:26pm On Dec 25, 2021 |
"Rosalinda, that's not a very nice greeting," I admonished her. I was surprised to find I was still a little wary of my longtime friend. After all, I STILL didn't know for certain whether or not she'd set me up for the paparazzi. "Well you still haven't answered my question." Rosalinda cocked her head to the side and pouted while she put her fists against her hips. And I smiled; she looked so petulant and so pretty at the same time. "Hello, I'm Miss Cooper," Helen offered, holding her hand out for a handshake. However, I could hear a little bit of an edge in Helen's tone, a sharp contrast to her gentle handling of Nancy's surprise yesterday. If Rosalinda was going to give her attitude, Helen wasn't the type to back down. "Mr. Kendall's law firm assigned me to Mr. Robins as his personal assistant. you're catching us just as we are leaving, Miss Brynn." "Pleased to meet you." Rosalinda shook Helen's hand. "Just leaving? Where are you headed Tade? I thought we might be able to talk." And with that, Rosalinda gave me her best imitation of a helpless puppy dog. I just started laughing. And just like that, I was prepared to give her the benefit of doubt. After all, she'd been my friendfor a long time, and friends don't mistrust each other. "About the whole Celebrity Sightings thing? Don't worry about it." "Then why didn't you call me back?" Rosalinda came right up and hugged me. "I'm sorry. My life's been a little crazy lately." "I understand. A lot's happened to you." She leaned up and pecked me on the cheek. "you're forgiven." And just like that, SHE was forgiving ME. How the hell did she manipulate me into that? Our real estate agent interrupted the moment. "I apologize for intruding, but we do need to get going to our first appointment." "Appointment?" Rosalinda looked at me. "We're going apartment hunting. Time to find me some expensive, flashy new digs." "Ooh! Sounds like fun! Can I come?" Rosalinda's puppy dog face was back. Well, the face works. Especially on me. "Um, I suppose." The agent helpfully added, "I'm sure the advice of your lady friendwill help you make your decision." Rosalinda smiled brightly, already putting her shoes back on. "Let's go!" And so we were off. For some reason, I had a feeling in the back of my head that having Rosalinda around for this house hunting trip was a ticking time bomb. And yet, the day went very, very well. The apartments themselves were all fabulous, absolutely fabulous. Each of them had fantastic views and luxurious appointments. I really couldn't go wrong with any of them. Rosalinda completely geeked out on all the expensive fixtures and rich textures. Before we were done with the first apartment, I realized a potential mistake in bringing her along. She would have her own opinions as to which place I should pick, and she might also be picturing herself as the "lady of the manor" as we toured each new home. I had to admit, the thought didn't totally bother me. Rosalinda was gorgeous, smart, and had a great sense of humor. She could be a little self-centered, but what fashion model wasn't? She had her own social standing, her own experience interacting with New York's elite. And she was very, very good at cheering me up. I found myself watching the raven-haired beauty as she gushed over some lavish drapery at the window. I had a magnificent view of Central Park through the huge windows behind her, and the whole picture was simply beautiful. Even Rosalinda's ears looked so cute with dangling earrings peeking out behind her short, sassy haircut. Then Helen cleared her through behind me, shaking me out of my reverie and calling Rosalinda's attention over. My friendjust batted her eyes at me, brilliant blue staring right at me. Then Helen directed, "We need to keep moving." "I like her." "Who?" I reached out and snagged another spider roll. "Miss Cooper. Helen." Rosalinda had already put her chopsticks down, finished with her dinner. She ate like a bird. A very small bird. "Hmm." I wasn't totally paying attention. We were sitting side-by-side at the bar of my favorite sushi place, OUTSIDE of my apartment, and I was going to enjoy this meal. "She's calm, efficient, and of course very pretty. I'll bet she's a wildcat underneath that perfectly pressed business suit." Diary: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624 |
| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by BigBasher: 7:18pm On Dec 26, 2021 |
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| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by FairCritic(m): 4:13pm On Dec 28, 2021 |
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| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by Ultimas: 6:21pm On Dec 29, 2021 |
"Hmm." I wasn't totally paying attention. We were sitting side-by-side at the bar of my favorite sushi place, OUTSIDE of my apartment, and I was going to enjoy this meal. "She's calm, efficient, and of course very pretty. I'll bet she's a wildcat underneath that perfectly pressed business suit." "Hmm." I started trying to get the chef's attention and order some more sashimi. And they had this weird beef-wrapped asparagus thing I wanted to try. "Those legs are just soooo long. Like, she would be a perfect model, except of course her tits are way too big. I mean, I'm already at the big endfor modeling. But maybe she could do Victoria's Secret or something. It's just so weird how she ended up a personal assistant instead." I arched an eyebrow at her comments and offered my usual "Hmm" to let Rosalinda think I was listening, but satisfying my hunger was still the priority. I wolfed down two more pieces. Rosalinda looked away across the bar, staring at nothing. "I guess I'd just love to get into her panties." Okay, now I started choking. I was already quite buzzed from a couple bottles of sake and now the instant vision of Rosalinda and Helen twisting the sheets together caught me off guard. Rosalinda just grinned and lightly patted my back as I fought back the tears in my eyes and caught my breath. "I haven't been with a woman in like, two years! And she is quite hot." "Can we talk about something other than you seducing my assistant?" "Fine, fine. Did you decide on one?" I paused to pound back the rest of my sake and clear my throat out. "not yet. But I'm leaning towards the penthouse on 5th Avenue with the wide views of Central Park." "Really? I would have thought you'd have gone for the corner place on Park Ave. It's certainly more luxurious and a lot bigger." "Maybe, but (A) I don't need the room and (B) I figure I can always pay for more luxury. I can't buy a Central Park view like that over on Park Ave." "So that's the one, huh?" "I suppose so... Just think, in about a month you'll be visiting me in my luxurious penthouse!" "Visiting?!" She slapped me on the arm. "Oh, no. you get a place that fancy and I'm moving in with you!" I hesitated for a moment, not sure whether she was serious or not. "Oh, no you're not. I want the place all to myself!" I laughed, trying to make a joke out of it. She caught my hesitation, and then leaned in close until her shoulder was pressed against mine and her dainty nose was just an inch away from my face. And in a quietly serious, husky voice, she offered, "Well, give a girl a chance to change your mind." I had a hard time getting my key into the door lock, what with Rosalinda's tongue buried in the back of my throat. It was a kiss that could only be described as 'ferocious', and it also deprived me of my ability to see with any clarity. By some miracle, I fitted the key and then we burst into my apartment. Rosalinda wasted no time, and once inside she physically slammed me against my own front door, pinning me in place as she sank to her knees and began opening up my jeans. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I sighed in resignation. I'd had the idea of winding up in my bed, but Rosalinda apparently wasn't going to wait that long. But as my eyes rolled back down, in the corner of my eye, a red circle caught my attention. Perhaps my subconscious was looking for it; I don't know why else I would have noticed it. And as my eyes focused I saw the red circle was on my calendar, hanging on the wall next to me. Tomorrow's date, Friday, had been highlighted, and in the middle of that circle was a simple word: Nancy. almost immediately the sake fog clouding my brain lifted somewhat, and I half- crawled out of my own skin trying to get myself away from Rosalinda before she managed to slurp my erection into her mouth. "What's wrong?" she quickly asked as I tried to hobble away, bare-butt naked with my jeans around my ankles. "Oh, crap, Rosalinda. I shouldn't do this." She didn't like the tone in my voice. "Why the Bleep not?" I managed to get my jeans back up around my ass, sort-of. "I've got a date tomorrow. And I really like this one." "So? That's tomorrow. What does that have to do with tonight? Is she your girlfriend?" "Well, no." "How many dates have you been on with her?" "Uh, well tomorrow will be our first." "Oh, Come on. We've been through this before. When you've had a girlfriend, I've been good and stayed away. But this is different. you don't have a girlfriend. you're not even dating yet. And I'm fucking Hot!" Rosalinda was now the very picture of a pissed-off supermodel, standing with one hand on her hip while she fixed me with the evil-glare-of-certain-death-if-I-didn't-give-her-an-answer-she- liked. I didn't really have an answer for that. "Come on... it's only a Mouth Gig..." she cooed. "Just a Mouth Gig?" "I promise. Now please? I've got a craving for cum..." Rosalinda's puppy dog face was back. I never stood a chance. Without me saying anything else, Rosalinda saw the change in my demeanor and she began stalking me once again. Diary of a Playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624 |
| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by Zamar: 8:58pm On Dec 29, 2021 |
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| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by Awesome05: 6:02pm On Dec 30, 2021 |
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| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by BigBasher: 7:06pm On Jan 03, 2022 |
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| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by Ultimas: 1:49pm On Jan 04, 2022 |
"Just a Mouth Gig?" "I promise. Now please? I've got a craving for cum..." Rosalinda's puppy dog face was back. I never stood a chance. Without me saying anything else, Rosalinda saw the change in my demeanor and she began stalking me once again. I sagged back into my couch, acquiescent as Rosalinda pulled my jeans down once again. My cock was only half-hard, but reacted somewhat as she blew a cool stream of air across its tip. But then Rosalinda leaned back and began to UnCloth herself. First to go was her blouse, and then she reached to the front clasp of her lacy bra. "I have to admit, I can't decide if I want to swallow every drop of your sperm, or if I want to feel its hot stickiness splash all over my big tits." Damn she was sexy as she pouted in mock indecision. And without even touching me, she'd gotten my dick rock hard once again. Rosalinda hovered over the waving endof my rod. She opened her mouth wide, carefully placing it around my cock without letting any part of it actually touch her. She exhaled then... hot, moist air surrounding my sensitive nerves and driving me absolutely crazy. "You're teasing me," I complained. "Yes, I am." I had wanted to just lay back and let her have her way with me. I wasn't going to take an active role in my imagined infidelity to Nancy. It would be a very small moral victory, but one I wanted. It was a victory I would not achieve. And with a pained roar I lashed out, seizing Rosalinda's head in my hands and forcibly shoving her onto me. Rosalinda was able to open her mouth wide, and a second later Rosalinda's lips were pressed all the way up against my crotch, my cock a couple of inches into the tunnel of her throat. "Stop teasing me." I released the tight grip holding her while leaving my hands on her head. Rosalinda hummed as she pulled back, never quite pulling off and giving me a wide grin as her eyes flashed up to mine. And then she looked back down as she focused on pleasuring me. At first, it was just her head bobbing up and down on me while I held the back of her head in my hands. I let my head roll back and groaned as I felt the warm, exciting sensations shooting up and down my shaft. Rosalinda kept up a steady rhythm for the most part, but for a brief moment, she froze and moaned softly around my cock. Her shoulder twitched a little as I noticed that her right arm was moving, even as her head continued its up and down motion. I hadn't really been paying attention, but I now realized that Rosalinda was playing with herself while she blew me. She had to pause a few more times as she brought herself to higher and higher levels of self-inflicted ecstasy, and at the climactic moment, she thrust her way all the way down to the base of my cock once again, deep threading me at the same time as she orgasmed. I could feel the tremors shooting through her body all the way through her throat wrapped tightly around the head of my cock. It was an exquisite earthquake of vibration as she moaned, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she rode out her climax with my cock filling her mouth. Once that was done, Rosalinda sat back for a moment, catching her breath and wiping away the tears from her eyes. But then when she'd composed herself, she fixed me with a sharp look. "Time to finish you," she said. And then her hot mouth was on me once again. After only a few more minutes, Rosalinda's expertise had me whimpering in anticipation of what promised to be a very, very good orgasm. Her talented fingers came into the mix, nails of her left hand lightly scratching at my balls while she circled my pole with her right hand in a tight grip and stroked me. "Bleep... Rosalinda..." I groaned. She just looked up at me, so pretty, her eyes a royal blue that began its edging towards violet as she watched the rapturous expressions crossing my face. Her tongue swirled around the crown of my dick as she continued to pump me. She barely blinked even as my eyes fluttered as she pushed me to the edge of my orgasm. diary of a playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624 |
| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by Awesome05: 7:44pm On Jan 04, 2022 |
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| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by ThrillPlus: 7:23pm On Feb 22, 2022 |
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She just looked up at me, so pretty, her eyes a royal blue that began its edging towards violet as she watched the rapturous expressions crossing my face. Her tongue swirled around the crown of my dick as she continued to pump me. She barely blinked even as my eyes fluttered as she pushed me to the edge of my orgasm. My hips suddenly twitched and I was sure she could feel the tension in my balls, so Wumi backed off quickly and began stroking my cock with both hands as she aimed it right at her face. My first shot drew a line straight from the bridge of her nose and down to her upper lip. The second spurted right into her mouth, which she closed and immediately began murmuring happily as she swallowed. And without stopping the motion of her hands she pumped out the rest of my jizz onto her chest, where little puddles of my cum oozed down between her naked breasts. I wanted to lay back and fall asleep in that moment, but the sight of Wumi covered in my cum held my attention on her even as the rest of my body sagged. She smiled and used a finger to scoop up some of my cream, popping it into her mouth and sucking like a lollipop. Still smiling, Wumi got up, completely topless. "I'll be right back," she husked as she grabbed her purse and her clothes and went into my bathroom. We hadn't taken the time to slip off her shoes, so her heels clacked loudly on my wood floors with every step. I fully expected Wumi to emerge fully clothed and ready to say goodbye. She'd gotten her own orgasm and she'd gotten her taste of cum. After all, she'd promised it would be just a Mouth Gig. I should have known better. Wumi came out almost completely nude. She was still wearing her jewelry and she was still wearing her heels. But that was it. And so with an impish grin on her face, Wumi came right up to me and began pulling me off the couch. "Wumi, you promised," I whimpered. "Yeah, I lied." The phrase so casually fell from her lips, but then she was pulling off my shirt and pressing her hard nipples into my chest. Then she leaned in and whispered into my ear. "Besides, for all you know this is your last night in this bed. We have to give it a warm sendoff." And then she licked my ear. My knees were turning to jello, and yet they were still much stronger than my resolve. I managed to kick my shoes off, quickly followed by my jeans and then I was as naked as she was, except for her high heels. Those I wanted her to leave on. I held Wumi's head in my hands as I kissed her, filling my nostrils with her spicy sweet scent. And for just a moment, we had a quiet peace. I was filled with all the desire and affection I had for this woman. She was so sexy, so vibrant, so attractively self-confident. I knew I could be happy with this woman who had been such a dear friendfor four years, even if she was a little self-centered. Diary of a Playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624 |
| Re: Diary Of A Playboy by Awesome05: 4:01pm On May 17, 2022 |
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