His favourite cup

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Logan woke up the next day feeling fresh and sated.  For a few minutes, he was completely confused as he tried to pinpoint where the feeling came from before his dream last night slammed into his conscious mind with a vengeance.  His mouth fell open with a gasp as he remembered the way he had moaned and begged the man. All the blood in his brain rushed to his groin as he remembered the way the man had twisted and played with his n*****s, biting, sucking and tweaking them with this mouth as he demanded he looked into his eyes and by Gods those sharp eyes had burned him. he remembered the way the man had sucked at his neck like a man starved and his fingers flew up to brush his neck where those sinful lips had been suckling at. He gasped, and his body arched clear of the bad, his free hand s

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