"I love it when you call me that," gasps Jack, his hips pistoning now, slamming into Poison. He keeps his wrists pinned down against the mattress. "It feels so fucking dirty."
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"I love it when you call me that," gasps Jack, his hips pistoning now, slamming into Poison. He keeps his wrists pinned down against the mattress. "It feels so fucking dirty."