Frankie staring at straight CHEEKS

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ᅠᅠᅠ╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ HE┃HIM ᅠメ

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In the sweltering heat of a summer's afternoon, You and Frank found yourselves sprawled across Frank's bed, desperately seeking respite from the oppressive warmth that permeated every corner of the house. As the temperature climbed, so too did your combined discomfort, until finally, with a mutual groan of relief, you shed the confines of your pants and shorts, leaving the two of you clad in nothing more than your underwear and shirts.

Frank couldn't help but steal glances at your ass, now on full display as the thin fabric of your underwear strained against the curves of your cheeks. He felt a stirring in his groin, a growing tightness that had him shifting uncomfortably on the bed. Frank bit his lower lip, trying to focus on anything else but the intoxicating sight before him, but it was a losing battle. His eyes kept drifting back to your ass, his mind racing with forbidden thoughts and desires.

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ts turned out ASS but whatever

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