“happy birthday, dearheart.”

tied down hard, fast and i can feel my levi’s around me, resting above my waist and not falling were it for hips and ass now.
tied down swiftly, and i’m a tough, hard cocked Queer in yo’ face, yo mama yo mama.
it’s my birthday. my birthday. that one night out of my stolid year bringing allowance to the table. yo, sit yourself down and pull up your feet, under yo ass, yo, my darling.
i feel all assorted and varied like a handful of electrical wires, stripped, about to go
hot





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