When she returned home, he was right where she had left him: suspended against the door, ass in the air. A trickle of drool ran down the corner of his gagged mouth. He looked up at her with too-bright eyes, cheeks flushed, waiting.
Just the way she liked them.
Mada
2020-10-25 22:00:29 +0000 UTCDwight Fidler
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