Tell me who you think I am, precious.
And maybe I’ll let you come.
A shame you won’t tell me if you’ve been pleasuring yourself to my words. I want to hear you whine and beg, your needy moans should be all mine.
Can practically feel you begging for release, precious.
Also, it doesn’t matter to me if it’s Friday or not. I’ll have you grovelling for my cock any day of the week.
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