When his lips reach my ear, he bites the lobe, making me whimper. “What are you doing to me?” I gasp. “I’m showing you how good I’m going to take care of you,” he replies. “I want you to be mine.” On that word, mine, he squeezes just under the head of my cock, and my eyes start to roll. “I want to be yours,” I breathe. “I want to be the one to make you feel good, Theo. I’ll be here after every show, and I’ll take care of what’s mine. I’ve got you, understand?”
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