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Nipsey. 🌺🙏🏽🌺✝️🎵🌹

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Olympics 2024: The Excitement is Sky-High for One of the Biggest Sporting Events

Olympics 2024: The excitement is sky-high for one of the biggest sporting events of the decade. As athletes from around the world prepare to compete in Paris, anticipation is building for thrilling performances, historic moments, and unparalleled displays of athleticism.

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Marathon Essentials: The 6 Must-Haves For Every Passionate Runner

Hydration tools like water bottles or hydration vests keep runners fueled and hydrated throughout long races. https://www.alanicglobal.com/blog/marathon-essentials-the-6-must-haves-for-every-passionate-runner/

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Run in Style with Alanic Global: Marathon Clothing Experts

Alanic Global - Your go-to marathon clothing manufacturers. Experience comfort, style, and performance on every stride. https://www.alanicglobal.com/manufacturers/sports-team-wear/marathon/

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Alanic Global: Leading Marathon Clothing Manufacturer in USA

Alanic Global is a top marathon clothing manufacturer in the USA, offering high-quality and durable athletic apparel for athletes worldwide.

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Alanic Global: Leading Marathon Clothing Manufacturer in USA

Alanic Global manufactures marathon sports team wear, providing customized and comfortable apparel for long-distance running events and competitions.

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Get the tips from the blog to know about the different types of Marathon Clothes available during the seasons.

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How to Choose the Best Clothing for Marathon Events?

With people becoming more and more conscious about their health, there is rise in efforts to stay in shape and get the body some exercise on regular basis.

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Marathon Essentials: The 6 Must-Haves For Every Passionate Runner

If you are soon going to take part in a marathon then make sure you have all the marathon essentials mentioned in this blog! 

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Get in touch with Marathon Clothes, one of the best fitness clothing manufacturer in the USA, to access their extensive collection of stylish, durable, smooth fitness gear.

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MARATHON ESSENTIALS: THE 6 MUST-HAVES FOR EVERY PASSIONATE RUNNER

If you are a professional Runner then must you have to need this essentials. Click to know: 

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What Exactly Do You Need To Wear For Pilates Class ?

Unlike the other workout styles, Pilates is a lot less rigorous hence you have to keep in mind certain aspects before investing in the same for your store, Therefore, read on the blog to

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58 and 67 ???

It was definitely 58 and 67, thank you I just can't remember who asked! It wasn't an anon. It might have been gallavichprompts but I just don't remember haha

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58. Clothes Sharing + 67. Casual Intimacy/Physical Comfort

Mickey was not having a good day.

Ian could tell. He always got like this when Yev had to go back to his Mom's place. He knew shared custody was the best arrangement for their fucked up little family unit, but it didn't make it hurt any less when Svet came to take his Yevy away.

'Yevsmas' was Ian's idea. Since Svet got Yev for Gregorian Christmas, New Year's, and Orthodox Christmas, they made their week with Yevgeny all about him. Presents every day, banana pancakes with chocolate chips for breakfast, his favorite snacks, movie marathons with Papa and Daddy Ian. It wasn't long before Mickey was in the driver's seat though. No one looked forward to 'Yevsmas' more than Mickey.

And nobody was more upset than Mickey when it was over.

Ian was waiting for his husband in bed, doing his best to enjoy the book Mickey had gotten him. The deductive brilliance of Hercules Poirot just couldn't keep his attention as Mickey's pre-bed shower stretched on.

He worried at his lip, eyes flitting from the page to the bathroom door- was that? No, just a shampoo bottle falling and a faint swear.

Eventually, Ian heard the spray stop and he took the time he knew Mickey would need to dry off and put on pajamas to look as natural as possible, and not like he'd had his eyes glued to the bathroom for the last hour and a half.

The bathroom door opened with a practical hiss as steam flooded into their bedroom (Mickey liked it cold). Backlit by the lights, Mickey, eyes still just a little puffy and red, padded over to toss his good clothes in the hamper.

Ian watched rapt. Mickey's hair looked tousled and a little damp, but he looked so fucking pretty, rosy and soft and warm. Equal parts teddy bear and porcelain doll.

He was wearing Ian's clothes. He could tell at a glance just based on the fit; long sleeves of the henley bunched up to his elbows, and caressing every buttery soft curve of his body. The softest, creamiest part of Mickey's belly, his precious dimpled overhang was just barely peeking out under the hem of his borrowed shirt.

If Ian wasn't already vibrating with desire from that salacious view, he certainly was seeing Mickey bend over in his boxers. Jesus fuck were they snug. The red, buffalo plaid fabric hugged each plump, juicy cheek of Mickey's peach like it was manufactured for that sole purpose. It was like a pair of giftwrapped honey baked hams. And God, Mickey's thighs... Ian was salivating.

"Nice outfit," Ian said, voice low. His hands found their home on Mickey's hips, digging into his softness and tugging the sturdy man back firmly against him. "Looks familiar," he said, caressing the swell of Mickey's tummy, snaking a hand up his shirt to play with a pert little tit, and leaning down to nuzzle into the downy softness of the crook of his neck.

"Like I don't catch you in my shit all the time," Mickey shot back.

Ian didn't say anything. He just pulled Mickey back to the bed and sat down. Somehow, Mickey thought, Ian found a way to look tall and imperious even when he was sitting. Again he tugged Mickey impossibly closer, strong, freckled arms wrapping around him at the small of his back.

Ian leaned in, dragging his cheeks across-trying to bury his face in the soft worn cotton of his borrowed shirt and the warm, wobbling softness of Mickey's tits and belly. He nipped and teased at Mickey's body through the fabric, coaxing delicious whiny moans out of Mickey. "shit...fuck, Red! Don't stop..." he panted.

Ian didn't stop. He slowly shucked Mickey out of his clothes. He paid special, lazy, languid attention to Mickey's fat, little cock. Mickey slung his arms over Ian's shoulders, trying to keep his footing, going along with the attention.

Ian kept mouthing, nipping, kissing sucking at Mickey's body, his hand still pumping in time with Mickey thrusting into his fist. Fuck it was hot the way he unwound at the barest attention. Ian loved lavishing him, overstimulating, hard and fast, but he loved lazy blowies and handies just as much.

"You're so fucking good, Mick."

"Ian..."

"I mean it, so good. I'm so proud of you."

Mickey twitched in his fist. Ian kept stroking, his free hand rubbing the side of Mickey's soft belly, mouth teasing a puffy, pink nipple.

Ian kept showering Mickey with loving works and hot laving kisses, over his chest, down his belly, sucking a hickey into the under part of his tummy, and finally swallowing him down, nestling his nose into the soft little pad above Mickey's cock.

Mickey gasped, toes curling as he buried his fingers into Ian's curly red hair, desperate to balance himself.

Ian's hands slid up Mickey's sturdy thighs, meeting the crease where his husband's ample rump rounded out behind him. Ian moaned around mickey's cock as he followed the swell of Mickey's big peachy bubble, gripping them ostensibly for extra leverage, to pull him deeper into the heat of his mouth, but just as much to play with. To bounce and squeeze and worship and marvel at.

"Ian. Fuck. Close." Mickey whined so pretty, undone.

Ian teased a finger at Mickey's entrance. He knew Mickey loved to be filled up, but he figured a few of his long fingers would do in a pinch, crooking inside Mickey's soft, tight heat, searching for the perfect spot.

Ian knew he found it when Mickey's belly hitched, and he shouted as he spilled over into Ian's receptive mouth. He swallowed Mickey down gratefully, letting him ride out his orgasm smother him in cushiony soft warmth.

Mickey's grip went slack in Ian's hair. Ian smiled up softly at his husband, and gave him a few more light kisses to his hip joint, his belly. He helped Mickey get back into his pj's and pulled him into bed and a tight, octopus-like embrace.

"Should wear your shit more often, I guess," Mickey chuckled, still glowing.

"Mmmm please!" Ian begged playfully, nose in Mickey's hair. He continued after a beat, "Yev's lucky to have you as a dad. I'm so proud of you Mickey."

Ian didn't get a response, was Mickey asleep?

"Mick?"

"Yeah," came the soft response, with a poorly hidden sniffle. "Yeah, thanks, Red."