Your view: my nyloned feet hovering over your balls, teasing, striking, crushing. You look up at me, realising touch only comes with pain. My affection measured in how hard I make you flinch. 💜 Would you accept your fate? Or try to run? 🤭💘
Your view: my nyloned feet hovering over your balls, teasing, striking, crushing. You look up at me, realising touch only comes with pain. My affection measured in how hard I make you flinch. 💜 Would you accept your fate? Or try to run? 🤭💘
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