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The Tyrant's Secret fetish - Chapter 86
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... biting in sharp little stabs that made my whole leg twitch every time he dragged it through skin. I was gripping the edges of the table so hard my knuckles went white, teeth clenched, trying not to scream or sob or beg him to stop and also not to stop, because every time the buzz paused and he wiped the blood away, his thumb would brush over my cock just enough to keep me leaking and stupid.
I cried his name more than once actual sobs, while he murmured shit like "good boy, almost there, ...
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