I want them to hurt me more. XXNX Despite the month being January, and the unseasonably warm evening still being relatively chilly, I took off my jacket to stand in a black tee short and jeans. They both hung in their own ways, still, prostrate, lifeless. I’m fucking broken. So fucking good. As long as they take care and do it slowly. seeking out our pleasure from her pain. I shook my head, “You don’t need to know that Red, we already decided no names, or real life details … we just come together whenever …”
“No,” she cut in, “I get that, I just mean what are you doing here, with us? Recalling that very moment I had to force back a less than quiet moan as I lay in the hot tub, a small space that had filled up a little more as my burgeoning
