Eclat_ knew a kind place

,When I was twenty-four, I disappeared under the covers for many hours. I also lifted the shirt of the body, who was already lying in my bed and was digging into his stomach. I burrowed into his warm little belly like the inside of a ...

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Is there a kind and warm masculinity? By masculinity I mean: cruelty, Intellect, power. Do they exist(with) Masculinity in combination with goodness and warmth? Is manhood without cruelty cold and weak?   Okay ...