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At the 1984 Monaco GP, Alain Prost and Nelson Piquet had moments of high tension both on and off the track. The rivalry between the two drivers wasn’t limited to the tight curves of Monte Carlo but extended behind the scenes, marked by provocations and ego clashes.
The following year, during the Brazilian GP, the rivalry took on new dimensions, but things worsened as Nelson had the habit of bringing omegas or betas to watch his races, and Alain Prost had fallen for Piquet’s new guy, Ayrton Senna.
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09 Jun 2026
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“Bickering over such idiotic things is their favorite thing. Alain considers to recommend overalls, but Ayrton would just find some irrelevant other detail that puts him off. Thats how they are, and Alain wouldn’t change it for a thing.”
Late summer, oil spills and the intimacy of getting old
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- Part 8 of Adwip Calendar
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09 Jun 2026
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主公主蛋糕与brocedes大三角，有小德芬，martian部分，10s大乱炖，都市喜剧，先婚后爱，长篇连载
车来车往，红灯熄灭，火山燃烧，潮起潮落，青春小鸟一去不回，命运车轮滚滚向前，依然还会有十四岁少年冲动大喊，爱情万岁。但亲爱的朋友，一万年真的太久。
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07 Jun 2026
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Mystery Work
Part of 要是写第五篇的话
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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06 Jun 2026
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“Don’t touch yourself.”
The tone was so dry and authoritative that Ayrton blinked, the smirk vanishing from his face for a second. He opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. He just stared at the Frenchman, his pussy clenching involuntarily at the command.
Alain released his chin, gave one last long look at Senna’s naked body, shiny with sweat, and stood up. He started dressing quickly, buttoning his shirt while Ayrton watched him in silence.
Senna shifted slowly, turning onto his side and curling up against the messy pillows. He pulled the thin sheet up to his waist, but left his chest and shoulders exposed. His pussy still throbbed between his pressed thighs, wet and empty.
“Don’t take too long”. He murmured, his voice lower, almost whiny, unable to hide the need in it.
Alain stopped at the door, hand already on the doorknob, and glanced back. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips as he saw Ayrton all curled up and obedient among the pillows.
“Good omega”. He said softly, before opening the door and stepping out.
The click of the lock echoed through the room.
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03 Jun 2026