Greed looks good on you, bb. Tonight I’m the one holding the spoon, and you’re not allowed to say no. I’ll push you: gently, then firmly, feeding you bite after bite, until you’re slick with sweat and desperation, lips messy and stomach tight. Your little whimpers are music to my ears, but I’ll keep going until you’re so full you can barely beg. I want to break you with pleasure, ruin you with fullness, and make you admit how much you need to be fed by me.
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Greed looks good on you, bb. Tonight I’m the one holding the spoon, and you’re not allowed to say no. I’ll push you: gently, then firmly, feeding you bite after bite, until you’re slick with sweat and desperation, lips messy and stomach tight. Your little whimpers are music to my ears, but I’ll...
Greed looks good on you, bb. Tonight I’m the one holding the spoon, and you’re not allowed to say no. I’ll push you: gently, then firmly, feeding you bite after bite, until you’re slick with sweat and desperation, lips messy and stomach tight. Your little whimpers are music to my ears, but I’ll keep going until you’re so full you can barely beg. I want to break you with pleasure, ruin you with fullness, and make you admit how much you need to be fed by me.
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