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it was so nice.. i had to do it twice

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Frotting is one of those deeply human, strangely tender things that feels more intimate than it has any right to. It’s two bodies pressed together, clothed or barely not, chasing heat and friction, not just for pleasure, but for connection. There’s something raw about it—grinding hips, stolen breaths, the tension of wanting more but being caught in the moment as it is. It’s clumsy and hot and oddly emotional, the kind of thing that happens in a haze of need where words would only ruin it. There’s no choreography, just instinct—two people moving in sync, riding the waves of contact, of pressure, of wanting. Sometimes it ends in laughter, sometimes in quiet gasps, but always with that electric closeness that lingers after the last shift of skin and fabric.

TOOKA 2025

great guy +rep