Wickedly Twisted
"That's my good girl."
I lie back, gasping for air, body flushed, sweat dribbling down my skin. He leans back, licking his fingers, and I move forward, yanking off his boxer briefs. His thick cock is steel in my hands as he leans on his elbows. I stare at him, at his length, shocked by his size. I knew he was big, but holy—
Then I see it. "Piercing," I whisper.
He smirks, head tilted. "Do you like it?"
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