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Aw, is imagining me sliding into my black silk and lace thong making you hard?
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See for yourself.
Now who’s teasing?
There’s far too many layers there for me to see anything good.
Say the word and I’ll send you a naked one when I’m back at the hotel.
‘Word.’
Are you sure?
No. But I’m past being able to think rationally around you.
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Never let it be said that I’m not a demon of my word.
I’ve been hard all day.
If I were human, I would’ve fainted midway around the Colosseum from lack of blood flow.
I’m not surprised given the size of what you’re packing.
Does it scare you?
Scared isn’t what I’m feeling right now.
Thirsty is abetter word.
Welcome to my day.
Literally came back to the hotel early because I couldn’t stop picturing you in that thong you described.
You mean this one?
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Yep, it’s official. I’m dead. You’ve killed me.
Holy fucking Satan.
Maybe you’d prefer it from this angle.
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I’m not sure.
Not sure which you prefer?
Oh, there’s no way to answer that. That’s not what I’m unsure about.
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