“I want you sore, baby,” he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, (f)orward. “Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine.”

“I want you sore, baby,” he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, (f)orward. “Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine.”
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MrGritty17
Sounded like a fifty shades reference. Nice tits btw
FredWilmaFlintstone
Love that thought!!!
Magicbull
Nice pic.. Interesting title
flrivergirl
Very arousing thought.
BushPilot153
You get top marks

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