Im on my knees, my hands behind my neck tied to my 550 cord choker. You walk up and slap me right in the moulth, the sting and light taste of copper blood zings acrost my toung. Then you turn to the crowded room (this is you reading this!) And Miss KAT asks "What should we do to him next?!" My dark brown eyes glow with lust.
( for my M)
( for my M)
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