The Wicked

20 May

I left teeth marks. I would tell you I felt bad, but I don’t. It makes me a bit proud, like marking my territory.

They’re not very deep and its not like he complained when I was making them. Well, he was yelling and pulling my hair, so that might have been a complaint, but he was also thrusting himself deeper into my mouth. It was difficult to breathe and I was light-headed choking on his scent.

 

 

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