The On-Call Room: Ideas On Standby.

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moans and whimpers in a fashion that is way past being spelled.

Oh that would be hot. It would be even hotter if I couldn't touch myself.

 

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I'd be able to smell you too. My mouth would water.

As if I'd presume to be able to please you.

 

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It's not a cage if I want to be in it. I can just imagine you with a strap, the masculine thrill of penetration... being throat fucked by it first... Mmm

 

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Wow.

swoons

 

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With your hand on the back of my head, forcing me onto you.

 

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choking on strap, moaning incoherently

Your cunt. I belong to your cunt.

 

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moans into the strap, impaling myself on it, determined to please your cunt

 

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Braces self, dangerously light headed, unable to care

 

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angling, opening... drowning

 

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bucking and swallowing, still unable to breathe... thick saliva spilling onto your thighs you as I choke on it