I feel your hands gripping my dreadlocs as you force me to the floor. You stand over me, a sadistic lustful gaze in your eyes. Your most private of places just inches from my quivering body. My eyes grow wide, my breath grows short. Nipples tightening in anticipation. I can smell your arousal. I submit myself to you. My purpose is for your use. From the first sweet trickle, I am yours. Your personal Piss Whore……
Wet Golden Kisses
Dessi
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