...and he hurt my 'fillings'. Adding insult to injury; he has a habit of using my chest as his instrument tray...and nothing ever rolls off.
Also, he kept grasping my jaw, mumbling something about "bruxing" and how I needed to learn to relax my jaw; back of his hand gently stroking my throat. I envisioned a soft furry rabbit...throat slowly expanding to accommodate a snake.
Vicodin makes me happy....I'm gonna skip off to read one of the cock sucking threads now. ta ta.
Also, he kept grasping my jaw, mumbling something about "bruxing" and how I needed to learn to relax my jaw; back of his hand gently stroking my throat. I envisioned a soft furry rabbit...throat slowly expanding to accommodate a snake.
Vicodin makes me happy....I'm gonna skip off to read one of the cock sucking threads now. ta ta.