You’re irreplaceable. I have to have you. I have needs. God fucking damn it, Little Sparrow. My pleasure and pain arise whenever I look at you. That toxic mix drives me insane. It stirs and reawakens the psycho inside of me. I can’t not have you. You’re mine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to claim you. Own you. Mark you as mine. I know you’ll submit once you have my cock again—that’s a fucking guarantee.
