“I love you, baby doll.” I shake my head and roll my eyes at him. “Why don’t you get your clothes off and fuck me like you don’t?” My gut clenches when I see the quick flash of hurt rush through his eyes but it’s replaced by something he’s never directed my way before, anger. “You want my cock, doll? You want me to pound it home? Want me to slay this slit of yours?” He snarls and pulls back to shed his clothes then fists his pierced cock with tattooed fingers and strokes it a few times, staring at me with burning eyes. He pulls my knees up and spreads them wide then strokes that cock down my
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