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…at…? This was quite good, in the end. I pick up your wilted, bloody penis from the edge of the bed. I give it a friendly, Shakespearian squeeze and cache the limp flesh, not quite a pound, in my bag, next to the jam jar, hoping the latter won’t leak on the journey home.

Bread and Jam
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Jet Propelled

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Zatanna Dark
Zatanna Dark

Written by Zatanna Dark

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I Love, Live & Write BDSM! I Hope you’ll Join me in My World of Erotic Bondage Fantasy Stories

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