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Ziegfeld Follies By Emile Brunel Studio/ Henry Graff, hand colored original photograph. “Sally” was a sensation with the effervescent Marilyn Miller in the title role of a waif who becomes a Follies star. Sally danced in the New Amsterdam Theater sprinkled with the box office fairy dust of Florenz Ziegfeld, then at the height of his commercial prowess as "The Great Glorifier." Opening on December 21, 1920, and running for 570 performances, “Sally” marked Ziegfeld's first great book musical; a crown jewel upon thirteen dazzling editions of his Follies. In terms of box office intake, “Sally” was "the biggest Broadway musical hit up to its time," grossing over five million dollars. #Sally1920 #MarilynMiller #ZiegfeldGirls #PaulineSchaefer #FricPic #HenryGraff

For starters the cases are just perfection. Clever, twisty and interesting. We're seeing early Bobby Goren and Alex Eames vibes between the partners and I love it.

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Thar morning coffee, brewed for you

Henry Graff

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Companion piece to:

Fragile Heart - Henry has always believed love wasn't for him.

Who I’m Not - You remind Henry he's not his father.

There are days that Henry still can’t believe he gets to call you his. This morning is one of them because you’re in his kitchen wearing nothing but one of his shirts as you reach up on tiptoes to reach the special brew he keeps on the top shelf. The fabric rides up revealing that pretty peach and already Henry can feel himself stirring in his pyjama bottoms before he reaches up to help, his body pressing against yours.

The two of you, you fit perfectly together, just like two puzzle pieces and Henry can’t help but kiss you as he sets the packet of coffee beans down on the counter. It devolves after that, his hands wandering under the hem of the shirt before lifts you onto the kitchen island. You can feel him pressing against you, hot, hard, urgent as you shove down his pyjama bottoms, fingers wrapping around his cock as you guide him to just the right place.

You’re wet for him already and Henry drinks in your pleasure as he enters you slowly, that sweetness gripping every single inch of him.

“Oh baby.” He whispers into the hollow of your throat as you wrap your legs around his hips and draw him even deeper.

It gets a little messy after that because you feel too damn good and Henry can’t control himself. Coffee beans end up scattered across the floor, utensils clattering across the counter as he fucks you so hard he’s surprised the neighbours don’t complain.

You’re beautiful when you come, bright eyes and flushed skin. You send him hurtling right over the edge with you, mouth covering yours, stifling your pleasure with his own. It’s after he catches his breath that he looks around his kitchen and starts to laugh. His neat, organised space is now a debris field and truthfully he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“How about I put on some clothes and get us some coffee.” You says, your palms smoothing over his chest as you look into his eyes. “And you can clean up the mess we made.”

“Or…” He ventures as he begins to undo the buttons of the shirt you’re wearing. “I take you back to bed and we forget about the mess.”

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