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The party had been going for three hours, and you had spent approximately two hours and forty-five minutes staring at Becky.

It wasn't your fault. It genuinely, truly wasn't. Because she had walked in wearing this dress, a white halter that clung to every single curve on her body making you squeeze your thighs together on the spot. You had some vodka at the door, taken one sip, looked up, and that was it.

She caught you looking about four times already. The first time, she'd raised an eyebrow. The second time, she'd smiled into her glass. The third time, she'd held your gaze, tongue pressed lightly to the inside of her cheek, and you'd had to turn away and pretend to be very interested in whatever conversation was happening to your left. You had no idea what that conversation was about. You couldn't have told anyone. You were just standing there nodding, completely vacant, thinking about the way her tits spilled out of the neckline..

The fourth time she caught you, she'd excused herself from whoever she was talking to and came over.

"You keep looking at me," she'd said, sliding up beside you with a flirtacious smile.

"Well you're just worth looking at," you'd replied letting your eyes trail over her body.

She plucked your cocktail out of your hand, taken a sip of it completely unbothered and handed it back, "I like your lipstick, by the way." Then she'd looked very deliberately at your mouth and added, "been noticing it all night."

You talked close — closer than you needed to with the music at its current volume — and she had this habit of touching you when she laughed, fingers curling lightly around your waist, her hair falling onto you as she tilted her head back.

"You're staring again baby," Becky said, very pleasantly, swirling what remained of her drink.

"I'm listening," you corrected.

"You haven't heard a word I've said." she retorted with a knowing smirk.

"Well you were talking about —" you started, and then realised you actually had no idea, and her smile grew, "Okay, fine, I'm staring. In my defence you look so fucking good right now." you gestured helplessly, in the direction of her neckline.

"In your defence," she echoed, delighted.

"Did you wear this one for me or?," you asked, your finger trailing down her waist.

"yeah. That was sort of the point." she replied, keeping her eyes on yours.

Her eyes dropped to your mouth for just a second before she looked back up. "There's a room down the hall," she said casually.

"Is there now?," you replied twirling your finger in your hair.

"I think I need some air," Becky said, setting her glass down.

"Me too," you said immediately.

She smiled. "Funny that."

—

You'd barely gotten the door shut before Becky had turned around and you'd both kind of moved at the same time. It was obvious that you both had been thinking about the same thing all night.

She kissed you first, or maybe you kissed her first, honestly it was impossible to say. Her tongue delved into you mouth as her hands came up to grope your tits, one of the straps on your shoulder sliding of in the process.

She tasted like lime and sparkling water and you pulled back just to look at her for a second — the smudge of your lip gloss on her mouth, her hair slightly messed from where you'd run your fingers through it — and she looked so good that you had to kiss her again immediately, slower this time, her fingers curling into the front of your top, edging the straps down your shoulders.

"Been wanting to do that," she murmured against your mouth.

"Yeah?" You pulled back just enough to speak. "For how long?"

"I'd rather not say.”

You both lost your heels at some point. They were somewhere behind you, abandoned on the floor while you both ended up sitting on the carpet together, leaning against the side of the bed, a little giggly between kisses.

Her hair was slightly out of place and yours probably worse. Her halter had been untied at some point. And you'd left a very clear imprint of your lipstick along her collarbone that you were not slightly sorry about.

She was in the middle of sucking marks onto your neck when the door opened.

To Arthur's credit, he froze in the doorway rather than just walking all the way in. To his slightly lesser credit, he did not immediately walk back out — he just stood there, hand still on the door frame, staring at the two of you on the floor: Becky's hair loose, the straps of her dress tied with hopes and dreams holding it up, your lipstick decorating her chest in a way that made it extremely, extremely clear what had been happening, the straps of your top sliding of your shoulders, neck covers in hickeys.

You both turned to look at him. He looked like he was going to pass out.

"Oh — I'm so sorry, I didn't — I was just —" He was going red in real time. It was actually impressive. "There's a — there's a queue for the bathroom and someone said — I am so sorry, I'll go, I'll —"

He started to back out.

"Wait," you said.

He stopped. He looked at you. He looked at Becky. He looked back at you. His jaw was clenching.

You breifly glanced at Becky. She glanced at you.

The entire conversation happened in about two seconds without words — a quick scan, a slight raise of an eyebrow — and then you both looked back at Arthur, who was still standing in the doorway like his big brain had stopped working, with a very evident tent in the front of his trousers. He went impossibly redder.

"Come here," you said.

He exhaled quickly and shakily processing what you said.

"Arthur." You tilted your head smiling up at him cheekily. "Come here."

"I —" He laughed, slightly desperately. "Are you — are you both actually —" He dragged a hand through his hair. "I feel like I should check that neither of you has had anything to drink."

"We’re all equally drunk Arthur," Becky said pleasantly, from beside you. "But I know we’re all completely sure." She patted the floor next to her. "Come sit down."

He looked pained. Like a man who was having the best and worst moment of his life simultaneously. "I feel bad for finding this so —" He stopped himself. Started again. "You both look —" He stopped again. He was going to combust. You could see it happening.

"Arthur," you said biting your lip in a way that would make him malfunction more. "It's okay. We want you here. That's why I said come here."

Something in him sort of crumbled. Like he'd been holding a very stiff posture and had finally let it go.

He stepped inside properly and locked the door behind him. He barely sat down on the floor between the two of you, looking slightly dazed and still faintly flushed.

Becky reached up, curled a hand into his collar, and kissed him — slow and very deliberate — the noise he made was extremely satisfying. When she pulled back, she glanced at you over his shoulder with this expression as if to say your turn, and you leaned in from the other side and kissed him too, and he made basically the exact same noise, which honestly said a lot about his state of mind.

He placed the bottle of vodka he was holding somewhere to the side.

Then you and Becky caught each other's eye across him, she raised an eyebrow and you kissed her instead, grabbing her tit with your free hand — right there, with him watching.

His hand came up to rest at your waist like he wasn't fully sure he was allowed to touch but couldn't quite stop himself — and he let out this long, slightly disbelieving exhale that made both of you pull back and look at him.

"You alright?" Becky asked, extremely sweetly.

“You’re both just so unbelievable”, in a quick change of direction he boldly leaned forward towards Becky, held her by the back of her neck and started to mouth on her hungrily like he had been waiting for this moment.

You sat there squeezing your thighs together like this wasn’t already the hottest thing ever, your gaze suddenly trailed down to the outline of Arthur’s dick in his jeans. Biting your lip, you placed your hand on his thigh.

Arthur pulled back looking dazed when he felt the sudden contact, his hand was still on the back of Becky’s neck as he leaned in, sucking your tongue happily in his mouth.

Becky took the opportunity to run her nails under Arthur’s top causing him to whimper slightly in your mouth, the sound running straight to your core.

“Arthur?” Becky called.

“Yea?”

“Your so hard!”

“Fuck — I know!”

You chuckled against his lips at the brief exchange and pulled back to enter the conversation: “Get your dick out”

Arthur stiffened (in more ways than one) at the blunt command. “For you two? Yea alright.”

You and Becky pulled back a little, watching him unbutton his trousers with a focus that was almost funny given how undone the rest of him looked — hair wrecked, mouth kiss-bitten.

A wet patch was already visible on his boxers, dark against the fabric, and neither of you were particularly subtle about noticing it. Becky's gaze flicked down and then back up to his face, she said nothing, but the corner of her mouth moved.

As he took his hard length out. Becky reached out to stroke it slightly with just the tip of her finger — barely a touch — "Fuck me," she murmured, looking him in the eyes. "Why have you been hiding this?"

Arthur's shyness had completely evaporated. His mouth pulled into a grin that was stupidly pleased — like he was aware, that two of the most attractive women he'd ever been in a room with were currently looking at him like that.

He wasn't going to pretend he wasn't enjoying it. He also wasn't going to pretend he wasn't absolutely losing his mind. Both things were true simultaneously.

His cock was slightly darker than his complexion, a flushed pink tip, curved slightly to the left with a few prominent veins running the length. He was already twitching, already leaking, and Becky hadn't even properly touched him yet.

You reached over and grabbed a handful of Becky's hair — not harshly, just enough — and guided her lips towards Arthur's. She went willingly, kissing him with an easy hunger while her hand wrapped around his length and started to stroke, slow and deliberate. Arthur's breath left him in a stuttered exhale. His hand came up to Becky's jaw instinctively, holding her there, his other hand gripping the carpet beside him like he needed something to anchor himself to.

You watched this for exactly as long as your patience allowed, which wasn't very long at all.

Becky's tits had been straining against the fabric of the halter ever since you'd untied the straps at the back — the whole thing was held up by hopes and drams.

You cheekily solved this problem by reaching over and pulling the neckline of her dress down, revealing her chest completely, and the fact that she hadn't been wearing a bra this entire time.

She made a small sound against Arthur's mouth and pulled back just long enough to glance at you, surprised by your boldness. Then she turned back to Arthur, who was staring at her hardening nipples.

"Eyes up here, Frederick," you said, and he had the decency to at least look briefly ashamed before completely failing to follow the instruction.

As Becky's hand picked up the pace on Arthur's twitching length, his breathing grew ragged and shallow, his eyes fixed on the movement of her chest with every stroke, her nipples hard in the cold air and the heat of the room all at once. His hips were starting to roll into her hand.

"Fuck, Becky —" His voice was already wrecked. "So fucking — you're so —" He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. The way his head dropped briefly said enough.

Growing impossibly wet watching the two of them, you shimmied your damp underwear down your legs and tossed it somewhere to the side, slipping your fingers through your aching slit and biting down on your lip at the contact.

You'd thought about something like this before — a guilty, 3am thought that you'd always pushed back down. Apparently the universe had other plans.

Arthur's gaze found you, then. He'd looked up through dark eyes right at the moment your fingers found your clit, and the small sound he made, made something clench tight in your stomach.

"Don't let — me distract you," you said pleasantly.

Becky glanced over her shoulder at you with a smirk, then looked back at Arthur and exchanged a knowing look with him — some acknowledgement that he was very close to the edge.

She tightened her grip slightly and he swore under his breath, his jaw going tight. Then suddenly he reached down and wrapped his own hand around himself, moving hers aside, because he was going to come and apparently he needed to be the one in control of that.

Becky sat back and watched with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her hand drifting absently to her own chest as he pumped his cock.

He came fast, spilling warmth across her dress, her chest and her hand — his breath leaving him in a hard exhale, his whole body going tense and then slack. Becky looked down at herself with satisfaction.

"Wow," she said. "I did that."

"You did," Arthur agreed, voice slightly wrecked, leaning forward to peck her once — soft and quick — before both their gazes moved to you.

You were kneeling slightly to the side with your hand still working between your thighs under your miniskirt, and you officially had enough of being patient. "I cannot fucking get off," you said, frustrated and also a bit embarrasssed. "I'm too wet, I can't — it's not —"

"Do you want to sit on my face?" Becky asked conversationally like she was offering you a cup of tea.

"I fucking love you. Get on the floor, Becky."

She lay down instantly, her hair fanning out beneath her, and Arthur immediately moved to position himself between her thighs. His hands ran up the insides of her thighs slowly, thumbs drawing small circles, and Becky watched him do it with heavy eyes.

You swung a leg over her and lowered yourself above her face, her hands coming up to wrap around your thighs and hold you steady.

Then Becky's tongue flicked against your clit and you gasped so sharply it almost hurt. "Fucking hell, Becky —" Your hand found the wall for balance. "I would have gotten you to do this ages ago if I'd known —"

She laughed against you, which sent vibrations that made your thighs tighten, and then she stopped laughing and started working focus that made your vision go slightly soft at the edges.

She suckled and licked your mound like she knew exactly what she was doing and had known for some time.

Arthur, meanwhile, had lowered his mouth to the inside of Becky's thigh — kissing, then biting gently, working upward — his eyes tracking between the sight of her face pressed against you and the dark, glistening heat of her that he hadn't touched yet.

He was drawing it out. Deliberately. You could see it in the set of his jaw and the slight tension in his shoulders.

Becky could feel it too. Her hips tilted upward.

He let her wait another few seconds — long enough that her fingers tightened on your thighs — and then he finally pressed his tongue flat against her core and she moaned into you so loudly that you jolted forward.

"Oh fuck —" you managed.

The three of you fell into a rhythm — Becky working her tongue against you with increasing urgency, Arthur completely devoted between her thighs with one hand gripping her hip to hold her steady, and you grinding down onto Becky's mouth with your hand pressed to the wall and your eyes barely open.

Arthur was groaning into Becky, the sound vibrating through her and therefore, faintly, through you. He was completely absorbed — head down, eyes closed. His cock, you noticed hazily, was getting hard again against the carpet.

One of Becky's hands left your thigh to find Arthur's hair, tugging — not to move him away but to keep him exactly where he was — her hips grinding against his face while she continued her work on you which was making it very difficult to think in complete sentences.

"Fuck — Becky —" You were close, embarrassingly close, your whole body tensed. "Don't — fucking — stop —"

She didn't stop. She sucked your clit into her mouth and you came with a moan that you muffled against the back of your own wrist, riding out the high with your thighs trembling either side of her face, the pleasure rolling through you in waves.

You lifted yourself off her slowly, kneeling to the side on unsteady legs, and turned to watch.

Arthur was still going. He was absolutely gone — groaning into her, his cock now fully hard and humping against the floor, his grip on her hip tight enough to leave marks.

Becky had her head thrown back now, one hand still twisted in his hair, her chest heaving, making sounds that were getting progressively less controlled.

"Oh fuck — don't stop — don't you dare stop — FUCK —"

She came with a high-pitched cry, her whole body arching, thighs clamping around Arthur's head. He held on through all of it until she was physically trying to push him away from her oversensitive clit with both hands.

He pulled back, finally. His chin was wet. His hair was completely destroyed. He looked delirious.

The room went quiet except for the three of you breathing.

"Anyone got any alcohol?" you asked.

Arthur seemed to remember something. He reached to the side and retrieved the vodka bottle he came in with, "Brought this in. Before everything — yeah."

Becky sat up slowly, brushing her hair out of her face with some sense of composure. She took the bottle from Arthur, looked at it, and then looked between the two of you. "Let's each take a sip and strip something."

You and Arthur both nodded without hesitation.

Arthur went first, taking a swig, setting the bottle down, and pulled his t-shirt off over his head. He'd been sweaty from the party all night and the events of the last half hour had only added to it, his skin slightly flushed, the defined lines of his stomach catching the light. Becky's eyes tracked over him with open appreciation. You were no better.

You went next — took your sip, stood briefly on your knees and shimmied your skirt down your legs, leaving you in just your top. Arthur watched this very intently.

Becky smiled, took her sip, and stood to step out of her dress entirely, letting it pool on the floor. She was down to just her lacy panties now, which were ridiculously damp from when she had been eaten out.

You leaned forward to kiss her, and as you did Arthur took his trousers off, kneeling on the carpet in just his boxers. There was very little to the imagination given the state of him.

Then you sat back, took your top off, and reached behind to unclasp your bra, and the air in the room changed completely.

You and Becky exchanged another look, and then you crawled forward to Arthur and pressed your palm against the outline of his cock through his boxers, feeling him twitch under your hand.

Arthur's eyes went very dark, very fast. His hand found your hair immediately, fingers curling and tightening, his jaw set. "Fuck," he said, almost to himself. "You're — you are just —" He didn't finish. He tilted your chin up instead and kissed you hard, his free hand finding your waist.

You pulled back just far enough to drag his cock out of his boxers, wrapping your hand around him and giving him a few slow, deliberate strokes while holding his gaze.

Then you lowered your head and took him in your mouth, and his hand tightened in your hair sharply.

Becky moved in at the same moment, pressing her mouth to his jaw, kissing down to his collarbone while you worked. He was trying to keep his breathing steady and failing completely — stuttered exhales, bitten-off sounds, his hips making small involuntary movements.

Becky bit down on his neck hard enough to make him gasp, and then harder, and trailed a line of marks down towards his chest. Her hand pressed flat against his chest.

"Arthur," Becky said softly, against his throat.

"Yeah." His voice barely worked.

"You're such a good boy for us, aren't you."

It wasn't really a question. He moaned in response anyway, his head dropping back, and Becky pressed her chest against the side of his face with a smile that was genuinely dangerous.

You took him deeper, letting him hit the back of your throat, and the noise that left him was completely undone — loud, broken, his grip on your hair going tight — and then he was coming, spilling warm into your throat without warning, his whole body shuddering through it.

Becky pulled back from his neck as you lifted off him slowly. You turned to her, and she turned to you, and then you pressed your mouth to hers right next to Arthur's — and spat his release across both their faces.

Arthur sat back looking stunned and slightly destroyed.

"I need to fuck someone," he said, voice rough. "Like. Now."

You glanced at Becky with a look that said clearly: your go first. She read it perfectly, because she always read you perfectly, and she pushed Arthur down onto the carpet on his back with both hands on his chest.

You settled to the side, knees tucked under you, fingers finding your core again.

Arthur reached up to guide himself and slid his cock through Becky's slit a few times — feeling how wet she was, watching her expression — and then pushed the tip in, and immediately froze. "Wait — fuck, I don't have —"

"I'm on birth control," Becky said, like she'd been waiting for this exact moment. "You're fine."

He exhaled and laughed slightly. "Right. Yeah. Sorry." He turned his head toward you briefly — your fingers working slow circles against yourself, bottom lip caught between your teeth — and then he looked back up at Becky.

She sank down onto him fully and the moan that left her was involuntary. She immediately looked mildly offended by her own reaction. "Fuck — it's so —" She shifted, adjusting. "Why are you built like this, it's genuinely inconsiderate."

"I've heard no complaints," Arthur said, his voice strained but smug.

"I'm complaining," Becky said, and then started to move, and stopped complaining.

"He just had to have it all, didn't he," you remarked.

"The two sexiest women I know are currently —" Arthur stopped to breathe. "— I think I win. Objectively."

Becky placed her hands flat on his chest and picked up the pace, and Arthur's smugness dissolved rapidly into desperation. His hands gripped her hips, helping her move, his head pressing back into the carpet. Her tits jiggled with every thrust, her nails digging half-moons into his skin, and the sounds filling the room were only increasing.

"Fuck, I'm not going to last —" Arthur's voice was wrecked, his hips starting to stutter upward to meet her.

"Me neither," Becky said breathlessly, slowing the pace slightly as she gave in.

Arthur felt her get tired and solved this by wrapping both arms around her waist and flipping their dynamic. He held her flush against him and fucking up into her at a pace that made her gasp and grip his shoulders like a lifeline, her face buried in his neck, his face pressed into her chest.

The room was nothing but the sound of them and the distant pulse of music from downstairs and you, watching with your fingers buried in yourself, matching their rhythm, completely undone by the sight of it.

Becky came first with a high, broken sound against his neck. Arthur followed a thrust later with a groan that he muffled into her skin, his whole body going rigid and then slack.

They lay still for a moment. The room breathed.

Becky lifted herself off him slowly, both of them wincing at the separation. She rolled to the side and lay flat next to Arthur on her back with her arms on her tummy and her chest heaving, staring at the ceiling.

You looked at Arthur. He looked at you. His cock was softening but his hands were already reaching for you, pulling you forward onto his lap without preamble.

"Is it my go, or —" you started.

"Get over here," he said.

You settled into his lap, your centre settling against his length rather than around it — too spent for anything more, but the friction of him against your aching clit was already making you see slightly sideways. Becky rolled onto her side to watch, propping her head on her hand with the calm interest of someone watching something she'd had a hand in creating, which she had.

She leaned forward and kissed you slowly, her hand finding your jaw. Then she kissed Arthur over your shoulder, and then you again, lingering. Arthur's hands moved over you both entirely on instinct.

You rolled your hips against his length and found the angle that worked and stayed there, grinding slow and rhythmic while Arthur's hands pressed into your hips and Becky's mouth found your shoulder.

Everything went soft and warm and hazy, the orgasm building low and inevitable, and when it came it was quiet — a long exhale, your forehead dropping to Arthur's shoulder, your whole body going still.

The three of you stayed tangled together for a moment in the aftermath, nobody moving, the room warm and wrecked around you. The lamp was still on. The dress was still on the lampshade. The party was still going one floor down, entirely unaware.

—

The bed was right there.

It had been right there the entire time — a perfectly functional double, duvet and everything — and none of you had used it.

You weren't entirely sure how that had happened. At some point the decision had simply been made by collective inaction, the floor presenting itself as a viable option in the moment and nobody having the presence of mind to argue otherwise.

And now here you were.

On the floor.

Backs against the side of the bed that you had not used, shamelesly naked, drunk and exhausted and somewhat sticky.

Arthur was in the middle. This felt correct. He had one knee bent, head tipped back against the mattress, eyes at the ceiling, an expression on his face like he had simply gone offline and was buffering. You were on his left. Becky was on his right. Her dress which started it all was on the lampshade. Nobody was addressing that.

The three of you had been in here long enough that the party had apparently moved into its third act without you, and nobody downstairs had noticed, or they had noticed they had made the collective decision not to investigate.

"We need to leave this room at some point," Becky said, to the ceiling.

"Mm," you said.

"Like. Eventually."

"Eventually is a very broad window," Arthur said. His voice sounding like he had been wrung out, "Eventually could be tomorrow."

"It's someone else's house Arthur."

"I'm aware."

"We can't sleep on someone else's floor."

"Watch me."

You laughed, which hurt slightly because your whole body had been very active for th past hour or so.

Arthur turned his head to look at you with heavy eyes and a small smile that he didn't seem to have the energy to suppress. His hair was a complete disaster. There was a few marks on his collarbone that you were fairly sure was from Becky and one on his shoulder that was definitely from you.

He looked like someone who had just had the best night of his life.

"Your dress is on the lamp," he said.

"I know," Becky said serenely.

"Just — noting that."

"Very helpful thank you Mr Frederick TV"

He looked back at the ceiling smiling in disbelief. You reached sideways and found your top somewhere on the floor next to you and put it in your lap.

Becky had somehow acquired a blanket — you genuinely did not know where it had come from, whether she'd pulled it off the bed at some point or manifested it — and it was draped across her lap and partially across Arthur's.

"Can I have some of that," you said.

"No," she said pleasantly.

"Becky." you whined.

"You should have thought about that earlier."

Arthur wordlessly took a corner of the blanket and handed it to you. Becky looked at him. "That's mine."

"The type of greed they talk about in the Bible." he joked.

"That's not the point."

"What is the point?"

She thought about it. "I don't know," she admitted. "I'm very tired."

"Same," he said.

"Same," you said.

The three of you sat with that for a moment.

The lamp with the dress on it cast a slightly uneven light.

You were aware that you all needed water and a piss and that your heels were somewhere you couldn't currently see, and that at some point you were going to have to stand up and locate your clothes and reassemble yourselves.

"I had a really good night," Arthur said, to nobody in particular.

"Yeah?" you said.

"Yeah." He paused. "This is also a very strange situation."

"The strangest," Becky agreed.

"We're on the floor of someone's guest room." Arthur murmed, his hands now finding you and Becky under the blanket.

"Yea." Becky agreed.

You chimed in, "Naked."

Arthur murmed, “I'm just — processing out loud. Bear with me."

He tilted his head sideways to look at Becky, then the other way to look at you, “This was like — we should do this again, more sober."

"Wow mate, was it that good?" Becky asked.

"Obscenely good," he said, which was honest enough to make you smile. "Still a very strange situation."

"The two aren't mutually exclusive," you said.

"No," he agreed. "No they're really not."

Becky leaned her head on his shoulder, which seemed to surprise him slightly before he settled into it pulling you in by the shoulder. You pulled the borrowed corner of the blanket a bit further across your legs and tipped your own head back against the mattress.

The room was warm. The party was distant. Your clothes were everywhere and your heels were missing and there was a dress on the lampshade and none of you were going to move for a while yet.

"Someone's going to have to get water eventually," Becky said.

"Not it," you and Arthur said at the exact same time.

She lifted her head to look at you both. "I cannot believe this." She didn't move either.

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arthurtv sabinablair_ i actually think it’s a bit of a waist of money. at the newborn stage babies grow extremely fast. the baby will grow out of them quite quickly. let alone, infants can’t walk, so they won’t need shoes!

yourusername arthurtv arthur… it’s just shoes babe

theburntchip arthurtv the most robot reply i’ve ever seen in my goddamn life

georgeclarkeey time flies! super excited for you guys x

yourusername georgeclarkeey aww thank you george xx

livvydimartino board game night was SO FUN

yourusername livvydimartino hopefully next time isaac doesn’t rage quit two hours into monopoly… 🤨🤨

italianbach yourusername IT WAS A HEATED GAME

username i can’t believe the baby’s almost here!!!!

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yourusername username it was soooo yum!

arthurtv and yourusername

🎵 beautiful boy (darling boy) — john lennon

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arthurtv meet baby oliver james frederick 💙

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