Jay Reeder

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He climbed up the bed and wrapped one hand around my cock and the other around my throat, pushing me down into the pillow as I hissed and bucked into his hand. The rings he wore on his right hand clashed against the four barbells pierced into the underside of my cock, ringing like a bell being sounded as he stroked me.
Twisted Ink (Beauty In The Ink, #1)
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