art-of-submission: Grip those sheets, Princess.  I know it hurts baby.  But you told me you wanted me to take it all.  All your holes.  Not to stop when you cried.  When you winced.  When you begged.  Remember when I made my promise to you.  That

art-of-submission: Grip those sheets, Princess.  I know it hurts baby.  But you told me you wanted me to take it all.  All your holes.  Not to stop when you cried.  When you winced.  When you begged.  Remember when I made my promise to you.  That

tags: Filth and Frills,

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