Friday, January 10, 2014

Thrash by J.C. Emery


Duke he's um.... interesting, "if you're not into this, I'll get someone else," he says. My head snaps up, eyes finding his, and I give him my best mean face. he gives me a serious look and says," But I want you." He's possessive, "you let me have it, and now THIS. IS. MINE," he says, and presses hard on my clit." He, I don't really think likes fending for himself in the food department. "I'm not sure what you find so funny. I'm hungry and you need to feed me." Nic, she has lady balls, "no," she says. "No man of mine huts me that badly. No man of mine effs a filthy who** like that when he knows I can see him. That does not happen. So no, you're not my man." I was surprised to that when we did get inside Duke's head the man actually had feelings and a conscience, "Nic belongs to Forsaken He well-being is our responsibility and if this is how she's living then we're effing failing at our job." Duke he really is a nice guy once you get to know him, I mean he has his dumb moments where his balls need a kick or need to be chopped off but he's still an okay guy, "we eff together, we fight together, we eat together. That means e sleep together, too." I say and nuzzle her neck as I get comfortable." 

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