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Or more precisely, my obsession. Would I be spit-roasted like a pig on a stick, and be forced to gulp down vile cum? Then blatantly touted as spineless demeanor. If I twirled
quickly, my bright red pleated mini-skirt would flick out just far enough to reveal my lace-patterned
stocking tops. “I wonder how rough. I’d dressed myself up like a cheap easy slut and gone out with no phone and no backup. Wow, did I look good. I looked across too, stunned and open-mouthed. I knew I’d swore to myself I
must never go out to tempt the whims of fate, but it would be an unbelievably spine-tingling, nerve
jangling, erotic rush, and result in some of the most intense masturbation sessions ever…… Oh boy! The torches flashed and highlighted my plight.
