Arrest Me Officer
he said.
Have I lost my mind completely? Why am I fucking Tristan again in my living room after almost getting caught just hours ago? What about this dude makes me want to risk it all?
He turned toward me, and our tongues collided while I continued to pound his pussy hole. I needed Tristan, and he needed me, and every time we fucked, I became more intoxicated with him. He was my drug, and I was addicted to him and had no desire to detox from him. Tristan bent over and touched his ankles, and I pounded his hole harder. Seeing his ripped, lean
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