Post #3039543

@Twig@clew.lol @hazlin@annihilation.social @john_darksoul@ariamispainted.world @Evil_Bender@nicecrew.digital @Red_Hat@nicecrew.digital @SK1ZM@nicecrew.digital @StefanVonCarstein@nicecrew.digital @grizzlywhisker@nicecrew.digital @madison@nicecrew.digital @tyler@nicecrew.digital @zeke@nicecrew.digital @sirchris@noauthority.social @john_darksoul@pl.firelink.digital @BiggusDiccus@poa.st @DC5FAN@poa.st @Frondeur@poa.st @HarryNuggets@poa.st @Nigger404@poa.st @PontiusG@poa.st @arm_barbarian@poa.st @spiral_power@poa.st @verita84@poster.place @FaggotTourney@tsundere.love @barrybestt Would a gay man be able too write this?: I could smell their tanning oil from across the pool. The scent was inescapable, like two voluptuous oil tankers trapped in the straight of Hormuz. They needed an escort to escape the trap. A strong and sturdy battleship with a big gun to part the waves and guide them too the cabana. Once inside the safety of the cabana they were like ravenous shipwreck survivors. They were clinging on for survival yet so full of newfound life. With the curtains drawn and sanctity within, a freedom that had never before been experienced by three people in the clutches of cool shadows raised the temperatures of their synchronized heartbeats. Secret public indecency be damned!