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I shakeat ht now I’ more in this world

Turning to my side, I shamelessly watch Dax as he ht, illulorious inch of him

He’s a tall man, but most hockey players are What I didn’t knoas how cut he was beneath his clothes or layers of hockey gear Dax’sthe condo a warm cloth over his cock, ass rounded and paler than the rest of his tan skin His body is an art form

Dax turns ives ht, I force myself to keep my eyes on his face

He slides into bed, laying on his side to face oes to the mattress, his head to his hand to stare at ht bit of shyness as I return his smile

“I should have asked you about the PNH before we started having sex,” he says, which catches ht our post-sex talk would be

My eyebrows draard “What?”

“I should haveFor that, I’m sorry”

“But you’re not sorry we had sex, right?” I ask

Sing the subject… what’s your ‘nor the Salvistis?”

Dax has become educated about PNH I was i toabout how dangerous the disease was before Salvistis ca I had told him how I suffered horrific abdoy A mere touch could cause a ued and breathless because et out of bed And I couldn’t think It was like my brain wouldn’t work Words wouldn’t coers were of bleeding out or throwing a clot, and I had to depend on blood transfusions to keep me alive