God be with you
. Seven years ago next month and it still brings tears to read it.
. It was haunting, even to me but it was drowned out by my desires of having her not-so-virgin cunt to myself. Becky was ductaped against the wall of her room, the tightly wrapped adhesive spiraled like tentacles around her wrists and ankles, heavily upon her chest, right under her pudgy perfectly sun-kissed bronze bust and even criss crossing her little muffin-top of a stomach, so much so the flesh spilled out from under the tremendous grip of tape
God be with you
. Seven years ago next month and it still brings tears to read it.
. It was haunting, even to me but it was drowned out by my desires of having her not-so-virgin cunt to myself. Becky was ductaped against the wall of her room, the tightly wrapped adhesive spiraled like tentacles around her wrists and ankles, heavily upon her chest, right under her pudgy perfectly sun-kissed bronze bust and even criss crossing her little muffin-top of a stomach, so much so the flesh spilled out from under the tremendous grip of tape
God be with you
. Seven years ago next month and it still brings tears to read it.
. It was haunting, even to me but it was drowned out by my desires of having her not-so-virgin cunt to myself. Becky was ductaped against the wall of her room, the tightly wrapped adhesive spiraled like tentacles around her wrists and ankles, heavily upon her chest, right under her pudgy perfectly sun-kissed bronze bust and even criss crossing her little muffin-top of a stomach, so much so the flesh spilled out from under the tremendous grip of tape
