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Here is a concise but intensive fanfic dedicated to the wonderful and very inspiring to Miguel and Jan Special Squad Leipzig.


the retirement party of their upper
was rather an excuse to sbevacchiare,
quite a bit 'too much. Jan
slightly sweaty shirt. It smells of pubs. He's laughing with
Miguel, or if there is no reason, he completely lost

of view.
-No need to accompany me to the bed
Miguel, I know the road.
-You never know with these tipacci
that there are around. Says with a grin.
They enter the room Miguel's bed Jan.
para is back in perfect alignment with his back.
are the same height.
-Tonight is just excited. I'd do another round, you?
stroked his back with a finger.
-Just drink.
-The usual good guy, but do not ever unleashed?
-I would, Miguel.
He turns and glares with his cold eyes. Miguel smiles wrong. Then come back closer.
Closer.
She hugs him.
-Stop.
-embrace is really a good feeling.
The voice is sensual and collector.
-You're so hot.
supports his mouth to ear.
Jan tries to get rid of the close but does so with little
conviction. Miguel supports
lips on his neck. Leaves little wet kisses. You
-exaggerating. Alcohol does not justify everything.
-Yes, even the fact that you, despite everything, you know
so good ...
-Let ... Miguel no joke.
answers by tickling the height of
kidneys.
Jan laughs and the weather eases. But then again
Miguel seriously.
begins to unbutton his shirt from behind.
Slowly.
Jan says nothing.
Once a bare chest, sighs. Miguel also
sighs. He never considered that the back of
colleague was so exciting.
-You're beautiful. Jan
shut up. There seems to be biting his tongue
not to mention. Then Miguel kneels.
Her face is a few millimeters from the most
lower back.
Watch the intensity curve. It is to say the least attracted. -You are fucking sexy

Miguel is locked. Excited,
tremendously excited. It has nothing to alcohol.
Its saliva is zero.
Repeats:-You are beautiful.
His face is in front of the buttocks of Jan.
pulls out from the curb of the boxer pants.
-I continue?
Jan is still silent, but Miguel can hear her breathing has changed. He became big. Like it had five floors of the race. Miguel
unbuttons the boundary pants. Slowly, but at the same feverish.
drop his pants.
them down slowly. The view of the seating is breathtaking. An adjective color flows from the inside.
-What you said ... Miguel
shivers hearing his voice.
-I said that you have a fabulous ass.
Watch the floor. Then come back to look ahead.
-continue?
Ian:-Please.
Miguel-What?
-Continue.