the-romantic-dominant: Tap Tap, Kitten A little tap on your slut box sends the message like no other
the-romantic-dominant: Tap Tap, Kitten A little tap on your slut box sends the message like no other way that I am taking what’s mine and ruining it in about T-minus 10 seconds. Ripped panties and I don’t care if you really like this pair. Every part of you is mine. A mean yank of your hair and Daddy is gonna finger some orgasms out of you and leave that pussy beating like a drum. Mr Nice Guy just left the building. I’m having you for dinner and there is very little you get to say about it. Devour your sweet wet box until you scream like a banshee. Your clit, lips, and sweet ass is getting my aggressive tongue and I want to see you jolt in every direction. Squirm. Kick. Buck. Arch. Time to put my thickness deep in all three of your holes until you forget I ever ate the orgasms out of you. So when you get the Tap Tap. I want a message getting sent to your head. Papa is making a meal out of you. Supper time. I am feasting on your core. It’s Thanksgiving, after all. -- source link