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“Please let me help, sugar.”
“I want you to make a mess of me, Rora. I want to feel your perfect cunt dripping all over me as you fall apart, getting good and ready for me to fuck you goddamn senseless after. You think you can do that for me, sugar?”
“You’re making it difficult for me to do the things I should and not the things I want to. It’s a problem for me.” And it’s a problem for me how much I like hearing that.
“How does the saying go again? Wear the hat, ride Santa?” Holy fucking shit.
