Hello Miss Tumblr.
When I get my hands on you, I am going to make you do things that you are not comfortable with, right now, at this very moment.
But I won’t even bring them up.
You will want to do this these things. These filthy dirty things you don’t want, right now, at this very moment.
I read that book in the title 20 years ago and understood it then. I’ve perfected, since.
I will burrow myself in your mind, every single day, from now until my when my beard brushes up against your silky skin. The coarse hair on my face will set off an alarm in between your legs and you ache for me immediately to dig as deep as you can go.
I will place my iPhone in your hand, my head between your legs, and have you snap a picture as you orgasm of the back of my head.
I’ll lay you down, tap my hard cock on your lips, and capture 12 megapixels in of our sin together.
I’ll send it to you, so you can touch that beautiful pussy when I am not next to you. You will cum, for weeks, when I give you my filthy heart.
So say cheese, Kitty Cat.
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