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Hold on do Bounty Hunters have like, cards that say that they are part of X Guild or did my brain steal this information from who knows where
ok, bob but dressed as the aerobics girl he was watching in cape feare
Would love to take you to a party with all my friends, and all your friends. As we walk in, everyone who notices is looking our way. I press up behind you and whisper one of those lovely little phrases buried in that silly brain of yours, then a pause before one more word. Strip.
If you hesitate I'll encourage with a hand around your throat pulling you even closer before growling the command once more. Strip.
Someone so very helpful will come forward, standing right by you to take each item of clothing as it's removed and put it aside. All while the crowd watches intently, stopping their drinks, my fingers tracing your sides and shoulders.
"Good boy" whispered in your ear, and the lust in the eyes of your audience are your rewards as you lose your last items of clothing. Before your new outfit for the night is clipped in place around your pretty neck.
Perfect for me to use to lead you into the house where a unique bench is waiting for you, with straps to hold those slutty legs of yours open and on display. A camera in the corner and above the bench are ready to record one you're all strapped in and the real party can begin.
I would hesitate, but your hand on my neck is enough encouragement for me. Of course I'd be nervous and shy and embarrassed, especially since, as my clothes are taken away, everyone can see how aroused I am by what's happening.
With my clothes gone, the collar on, and after being called a good boy, my arousal would only get worse, more obvious. My legs would shake as you led me to the bench, and you'd probably hear my breath hitch when I first see it. I'd be hesitant about being strapped in, but all you'd have to do is reach between my legs and touch my dick, even slightly, and tell me to be a good boy and lay down on the bench, and I'd do it.
My legs wouldn't stop shaking, not from fear, but from arousal and anticipation.
I commished @damoliars to design Nex’s clothes and I absolutely love it, I just gotta express it
love them shoes man
thinking about david rigjt now fellas 💭
Fuck do u call it when you have shit to do and u wanna do it but laying down and daydreaming about nothing sounds way more alluring
well shit that's romantic, with the music leading up to the ed
mmmmsmsmmmhmmsmhmg………..tess the last of us