A pig. Indian Sex God isn’t able to save you here, and neither will the rest of society. That accent. You have nothing to fear, as I’ll certainly take good care of you… Read 14028 times |
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Gutted that his dream came to an end, and perhaps he may never see a figure like Riker again, except in memory. “I like your scorpion tattoo, Sir.”
“Ta, boy.” Sweat dripped down to Daemon’s face. I’m afraid, Sir. Suddenly, a man rose from behind and laughed at him. His large earrings gave premise to his being a man. You have nothing to fear, as I’ll certainly take good care of you… If you don’t believe me, why are you hard?”
“Fuck. I’m afraid, Sir. I am afraid, and I will never be forgiven.”
“Instincts tell us that simply leaving a place is only going to make you wanna come back for more. Let go of yourself and serve your natural-born instincts. You are an animal, Daemon. I don’t care if you’re here to hurt me. Before Daemon knew, this man already had three fingers rammed up the slut’s hole, feeling the prostate throbbing ever so much to the rough
