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“Reaching out, he grips my chin. His fingers dig into my skin, forcing a whimper from my parted lips. Holding me in place, he lowers his face to mine. “I love it when you cry,” he whispers before running the tip of his tongue along my face, tasting my tear that had just fallen. “It makes my cock hard.” — Shantel Tessier
Reaching out, he grips my chin. His fingers dig into my skin, forcing a whimper from my parted lips. Holding me in place, he lowers his face to mine. “I love it when you cry,” he whispers before running the tip of his tongue along my face, tasting my tear that had just fallen. “It makes my cock hard.