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When one of his hands caressed my cheek, I lifted my gaze.
"Shit!" Chris gripped my hair tighter. The ring and ball grazed against my palate with his sudden yank downward.
The thought of the clamps was instantly wiped out. I gulped, hoping whatever plans he was forming included allowing me to feel that cock on me.
A piece of me had been lost, and I wanted it back. " His thumb stroked my wrists now, which caused a low moan to creep up my throat.
It was agonizing.
You can tell yourself whatever reasons you want for why you acted the way you have if it helps you sleep at night. Honestly, though.
But I soon found myself squatting in the tub. Crying with my arms wrapped around my legs.