I want you sore, baby. Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine.
Stop biting your lip or I will fuck you in the elevator, and I don’t care who gets in with us.
There’s a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.
See? I told you that you would need a fan!
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