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Wolfs LoveYou have been there the whole time
I'm shocked!When I wanted to have a look on sasuxjuliet's lovely video of my and Choko17's doujinshi "Sasunaru - The Quarrel", I discovered that her channel didn't exist anymore. Every video she created over the years was gone. I found out that the channel was blocked, so it probably wasn't her own choice. Does anybody know something about it?
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Ballet And Bears
"What do you think about this, Whithers? Great quality, yes?"
Whithers looked nearsightedly at the bolt of satin displayed by the proud Alpha. Deep down he sighed. Chuck was a man's man, the kinda fellow who chewed iron nails and spat acid, save for his obsession with ballet.
When they were alone in Chuck's office and the door was all locked, Chuck would start up one of his perpetual monologues about this rendition of Swan Lake or that specific brand of tights. Actually Whithers favored musical shows yet Chuck dismissed those as "sissy."
"On the off chance that I wanna hurt my ears, I'll simply nip downstairs and listen to the howling from the torture chamber," he'd thundered at Whither's shy recommendation that they visit the Crystal opera house next time they were on the mainland.
Hmphing at the memory, Whithers folded his arms. Working for a man like Chuck was kinda like a marriage, the kind in which the hubby returned home hoping to be welcomed w