He’d gotten himself into some pretty kinky shit of late:
married women, bondage, feet. He tried telling himself it was a phase and a
phase he should enjoy now while he is single before he settles down and starts
a family and all that jazz. Funny how short phases can be when a married man
comes banging on your apartment door at 3 in the morning yelling at the top of
his lungs about “fucking you up” and “don’t let me see you out in public
motherfucker” and “don’t forget I know where you live.”
But what are you going to do when you work so hard to get to the status of lothario and feel a certain obligation. Was he just going to let his abs and his cock go to waste because some cuckold was a little upset? Of course not. He was going to stick to bondage and feet and throw in some role play. Starting now.
But what are you going to do when you work so hard to get to the status of lothario and feel a certain obligation. Was he just going to let his abs and his cock go to waste because some cuckold was a little upset? Of course not. He was going to stick to bondage and feet and throw in some role play. Starting now.
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