Good morning, toys π©·π€ I woke up throbbing. My thighs are sticky, my skinβs buzzing, and all I could think about was curling my fingers around something thick and aching. I grabbed the coffee mug instead and nearly moaned at how fucking unsatisfying it was. I need more than ceramic. I need veins, pulse, desperation. I need to hear the way your breath stutters when I grip you hard and donβt let go. And the worst part? Iβm still horny. I havenβt even touched myself yet. Fix that for me. Now.
Michael Cooper
2025-04-04 10:01:56 +0000 UTCLance Wier
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