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I preferred the inconspicuous feeding from a crowd. If I didn’t have to put some random guy’s pathetic dick in my mouth, that would be a plus.
Lots of people feared getting strangled by a terrifying clown. Turns out, choking to death on clown cock wasn’t the worst way to go.
I realized I’d pegged Daemon all wrong. He wasn’t a dark fantasy. He was an intoxicating nightmare.
“Aren’t you gonna ask me about the cum stains, Daddy Daemon?” I snickered. “Mister Twenty Questions.” I didn’t miss the way his dick thickened in his pants at being called daddy.