There's spit running from the corner of his mouth and his cheek stings where Poison slapped him. He nods, keeping his thighs open, spread wide.
"Yes, please," he says, nodding. "I want it."
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There's spit running from the corner of his mouth and his cheek stings where Poison slapped him. He nods, keeping his thighs open, spread wide.
"Yes, please," he says, nodding. "I want it."