heyyy, i have a random thought again and it's gonna be wild.
what about reader is a writer & jay is her bf. one night, she is working on a new chapter of her series. but suddenly she doesn't have any idea on what to write (especially it's a smut chapter 👀). so, she asks for jay to help her. she also asks him if they can try something new in order to make her story spicier~~
࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑃𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠: 𝑃. 𝐽𝑆
𖹭.ᐟBf! Jongseong x Gf/Writer! Reader: established relationship, dirty talk, praise kink, multiple orgasms, guided pleasure, mirror sex, workship, P in V, extremely attentive boyfriend, initial context, MDNI.
Who wouldn't want a Jay to help u get over writer's block? 😭 I absolutely loved this idea girl! Thank you so much for the request! 🩷
You were completely blank. You had lost count of how many times you had written about how a "first time" was supposed to go, and the classic formula already felt so bland that the words wouldn’t even try to flow. You refused to fall into the same trap; your new characters had a completely different essence. That’s why you wanted their first encounter to be different. But how? You didn’t have a fucking clue.
The worst part of creative block was that the clock kept moving mercilessly. The final draft had to be in your editor’s inbox by noon the next day. Even though you technically still had several hours, simply seeing the completely empty screen at one in the morning was eating away at your nerves. God!
You covered your face with your palms and let out a muffled scream of frustration. You dramatically sprawled across the desk, burying your forehead against the wood while pretending to cry out of pure desperation. Your lament quickly alerted your boyfriend, who walked into the room with a furrowed brow.
“What happened? Is everything okay?” he asked.
When you looked up, you saw him standing in the doorway, looking adorably sleepy with the TV remote still in his hand. Jay had insisted on staying “awake” in the living room to keep you company until you finished for the day, but the truth was you couldn’t just abandon the laptop when not even the first line of the scene was ready.
“I’m still stuck on the same paragraph, Jongseong-nie” you replied in a whine, on the verge of collapse.
He let out a slow sigh, pressing his lips together with that infinite understanding he always offered you. It was the same Jongseong who had spoiled you all night—the one who had made a delicious dinner to see if food would spark your creativity, and who had come over just a couple of minutes ago to leave you a hot tea and a snack.
He leaned a little more against the doorframe, looking at you with such genuine affection that noticing his concern almost made you feel guilty.
“Shall we go to sleep?” he suggested softly. “You definitely need some rest. You can wake up early tomorrow and, with a fresh mind, I’m sure you’ll finish it before noon.”
You shook your head immediately, sinking deeper into your chair.
“A massage then?” he insisted, taking a slow step toward you. “Do you want me to bring my guitar and play some melodies to help you relax? Or should we watch an episode of that series we have pending?”
That last idea finally tempted you; granting yourself a brief half-hour truce seemed like the perfect plan to unblock your mind. That’s how you ended up in the bedroom with the lights off and the screen on. You settled between his arms, tangling your legs with his while resting your head on his chest. Jongseong kept a slow, addictive rhythm with his fingers in your hair, and you mirrored the gesture by tracing circles on his torso. Everything was perfect, idyllic, and peaceful.
Except you weren’t paying the slightest attention to the television.
Your fixed eyes followed the movement of your own fingers, trapped in a loop identical to your thoughts. The series was just background noise. Your mind remained stranded in the same place, spinning around that damn blank pages. How were you supposed to write that scene?
“Enough of this. If you keep going like that, you’re going to drill a hole through my chest with your finger. I’m all ears,” Jongseong interrupted, catching your restless hand with his and laughing.
He then pressed the button on the remote, turning off the TV. Suddenly, the room was plunged into near-total darkness, broken only by the faint light filtering in from the street, making the atmosphere instantly more intimate.
Admittedly, having to confess the exact dilemma to your boyfriend was a little embarrassing. You felt your cheeks warm just thinking about it. However, it wasn’t as if he lived in a bubble; Jongseong knew perfectly well what kind of novels you wrote and was more than familiar with the explicit themes you occasionally tackled in your stories.
You let out a small nervous laugh, intertwining your fingers with his to prolong the suspense. You settled a little more against his chest, searching for the courage to speak in the darkness that now enveloped everything.
“It’s just… it’s the new chapter,” you began to explain, dragging out the words as you felt the heat rising up your neck. “I’m stuck on the central scene. It’s an explicit chapter.”
You felt the vibration in his chest; he was chuckling softly, amused by the shyness that, despite all the time you had been together, still made you hesitate to admit these things out loud. His free hand began to trace your back lazily.
“Let’s see, my literary porn illustrator,” he teased in that husky midnight voice that always managed to weaken your legs. “What exactly is the problem with that chapter? I knew you were an expert at melting your readers’ brains.”
“This time it’s different,” you sighed, hiding your nose in the crook of his neck and breathing in his scent. “My previous protagonists always followed the same old formula; they were experienced and hormonal. But this time I want it to be different. The male protagonist is a mature man, very attentive, a gentleman in every sense of the word. And she is completely innocent, she has never experienced anything… The problem is I don’t know how to make them interact without falling into the cliché of going straight to bed,” you admitted, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I want something with more tension, but that’s the real dilemma… I don’t know what to do.”
In the dimness, silence stretched for a few seconds while he processed your words. You felt him settle better against the pillow, adjusting you along with him, while he resumed the caresses in your hair.
“If he’s a mature and attentive gentleman, then he would never pressure her,” Jongseong commented, and you knew from the seriousness in his tone that he was fully immersed in your dilemma. “On the contrary, he would want her to feel safe with herself first. If she’s scared or embarrassed, a man like that wouldn’t go straight for his own pleasure; he would want to give her a first lesson so she can learn to know her own body, at her own pace.”
You sat up a little, intrigued, resting your chin on his chest to try to decipher his features in the darkness. Simply hearing him speak like that—so immersed in your predicament and with that deep, slow, intimate midnight tone—sent a current running through you, making you press your legs together slightly under the covers.
“A lesson? How?” you breathed, but immediately shook your head, biting your lower lip. “No… don’t tell me. Could you… show me?”
“Show you?” he repeated in a murmur that brushed your lips, while he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with such genuine devotion that it raised goosebumps on your skin. “That seems like an excellent way to move forward with your story; a block like this is only solved by putting it into practice. Come with me. Let’s recreate that dynamic so you can feel the exact perspective of your protagonist.”
Jongseong sat up and took your hand, gently guiding you toward the edge of the bed, making your knees drag across the warmth of the sheets. His body settled right at the edge and then, in a silent and enveloping movement, he pulled you so you sat on his lap, but with your back to him, while your bare feet brushed the softness of the rug. Once seated like that, the large full-length mirror beside the bed framed both of you completely in its reflection.
“This seems like an excellent resource for your inspiration, don’t you think?” he murmured, his warm breath brushing the back of your neck before his hands went to work.
One of his hands anchored at your waist to slowly lift the hem of your shirt, while the other slid your hoodie off, completely baring your shoulder. His mouth soon claimed that exposed skin, tracing a path of slow kisses from the base of your collarbone to the beginning of your neck. You let out a shaky gasp at the contact, instinctively seeking support by pressing your hand over his at your waist.
“She doesn’t know what to do with all that shyness, and he’s there to teach her that her body is a temple,” Jongseong whispered against your ear, catching your earlobe with a subtle and deliberate graze of his teeth. “Look at yourself… How well do you know yourself? Do you know what makes you lose your breath? Do you want me to help you discover it?”
He paused, letting each question linger in the air while his eyes, fixed on the reflection, devoured your reactions. Through the glass, he didn’t miss a single detail; he registered how your breathing grew heavier and the telling way your chest rose sharply.
“Those are things he could perfectly say to her,” he concluded, his voice vibrating close to your skin.
Unable to stand the distance of the reflection any longer, you turned your face toward him. Your gazes met and locked for a suspended second, the last barrier falling completely just before your lips finally found each other, melting into a kiss.
Jongseong deepened the kiss by holding the back of your neck, as if he had all the time in the world to savor you. His lips were firm and soft, with the faint sweet-tart taste of the red fruit tea he had made earlier. The hand still resting at your waist slid upward with deliberate slowness, tracing each curve of your ribs one by one, pressing just enough. Every touch raised goosebumps, leaving a trail of heat that ran down your spine.
When you finally parted, it was only a shared breath. His forehead rested against yours, breaths mingling in the minimal space between you. In the dimness of the room, his dark eyes shone with that perfect mix of protective tenderness and carefully contained desire.
“Breathe, love,” he said against your lips. “There’s no rush. Just you, me, and the mirror. We’ll create that scene together.”
He turned you gently, settling you once more on his lap with your back against his firm, warm chest. The reflection in the large mirror captured you both completely: your already flushed face, your tousled hair falling over your shoulders, and him behind you, enveloping you in his arms as if you were something sacred and fragile. His hands slid down your thighs, caressing the exposed skin beneath the hem of your shorts with slow, broad movements that sent small sparks straight to your core. His fingers stopped at the inside of your thighs, tracing invisible lines that moved up and down without ever quite reaching where you were already starting to need it.
“First… take off your hoodie and shirt,” he whispered against your ear, his hot breath drawing a moan from you. “Very slowly. I want you to watch every inch of skin you reveal. As if your protagonist were standing in front of the mirror for the first time, discovering that her body can be desired and beautiful under someone else’s gaze. Under mine.”
Your fingers trembled visibly as you obeyed. First the hoodie, which slid down your arms with a soft whisper of fabric. Then the shirt. The brush of the fabric rising over your torso was almost unbearable; you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, how your nipples hardened from the contrast of the room’s cool air against your heated skin. The garment fell to the floor. Jongseong let out a low, husky growl of pure appreciation, a sound that vibrated directly against your back.
His hands then rose to cup your breasts from behind. He didn’t squeeze them immediately; he simply held them, feeling their weight, their softness, their warmth. His thumbs began to trace wide circles around your areolas, getting closer and closer to your nipples but not touching them yet. The anticipation was killing you.
“Look at yourself,” he ordered, his voice soft but firm. “Look at how your nipples harden just from this… Do you feel that deep pull in your stomach? That heat spreading downward, making you wetter and wetter?”
A broken moan escaped your throat when, finally, his thumbs brushed your erect nipples. He caressed them with agonizing slowness—circles, light strokes, soft pinches that he alternated with open-palmed caresses. Your back arched instinctively, seeking more contact, but his other hand held you firmly by the hip, keeping you still against his lap. You could feel his erection pressing insistently against your ass through the fabric, but Jongseong didn’t move to seek relief for himself. He only breathed with you.
“Now… slide your hand down,” he continued, his voice turning into a deep purr that reverberated in your chest. “Slowly. I want you to feel every millimeter of your skin. Touch yourself like you’ve never done in front of anyone.”
Your hand descended over your belly. Shame burned your cheeks, but the reverent way he watched you in the mirror—as if you were the most exquisite creation in the universe—gave you a strange courage. Your fingers reached the waistband of your shorts and began rubbing your clit over the fabric of your panties. The pleasure was intense, but something held you back.
Suddenly you stopped, breathing heavily. Your heart was pounding. Determined, you lifted yourself slightly on his lap and began sliding your shorts and panties down your hips and thighs until they fell to the floor, leaving you completely exposed. The cool air of the room kissed your wet, swollen skin, making you shiver.
Jongseong let out a sigh full of admiration. His hands paused for a moment on your breasts only to pull you tighter against his chest.
“That’s my girl…” he murmured against your ear, his voice hoarse and full of pride. “You’re so beautiful, a complete goddess. Seeing you discover yourself like this… is one of the most sensual things I’ve ever seen in my life.”
The praise washed over you like a warm wave, dissolving the shame a little more. You settled back onto him, now completely naked, your hot skin contrasting with the fabric still covering his pants.
“Continue,” he whispered, kissing your shoulder softly. “Now with nothing in between. Spread your legs wider… that’s it. Touch your clit directly. Just soft strokes at first. Feel how it throbs, how it swells under your fingers.”
The first direct contact drew a gasp from you. You were soaked, slippery, and extremely sensitive. Your fingers moved shyly at first, exploring slow circles around your swollen clit. Jongseong never looked away from the mirror; he registered every parting of your lips, every flutter of your eyelids, every irregularity in your breathing. His hands continued to sweetly torment your breasts, alternating between soft caresses and firmer pinches that he perfectly synchronized with your own movements.
“Imagine he says this to her: ‘There’s nothing to be ashamed of. This pleasure is yours. Learn what you like… hard or soft… fast or slow. I’m only here to guide you,’” he murmured, and you gradually increased the pressure.
The heat built thick and sweet in your lower belly. Jongseong lowered one hand to your thigh, spreading you wider, while his mouth traveled across your shoulder and nape, sucking, licking, leaving small reddish marks that he then soothed with gentle strokes. Your body began moving instinctively against his lap, seeking friction, but he kept you controlled, his hips still despite how obviously aroused he was.
“Slide a finger in now,” he ordered, his voice rougher, almost broken by contained desire. “Slowly. Very slowly. Feel how tight and hot you are… how your walls hug you.”
You obeyed with a long, trembling moan. The sensation of penetrating yourself while he watched was overwhelming. Jongseong kissed your temple, your cheek, the corner of your lips, whispering constant praise—how beautiful you looked, how perfect your body’s response was.
“Look at yourself,” he insisted, gently holding your chin so you wouldn’t look away from the mirror. “Look at how your fingers glisten, how your chest rises and falls, how your thighs tremble. There’s nothing more important than your pleasure—never forget that your body deserves to be explored and adored.”
The orgasm built slowly. Your fingers moved faster, guided by his voice and caresses. Jongseong increased the pressure on your nipples at just the right moment, biting your earlobe. When you came, it was devastating—a pleasure that ran through you in deep, prolonged tremors. You cried out his name breathlessly, clenching hard around your finger, your entire body shaking uncontrollably while he held you tightly against him, kissing your neck and absorbing every spasm, every gasp.
Jongseong didn’t let you come down completely. While your body was still shuddering under the weight of the aftershocks, his hand moved down to cover yours, holding it firmly. He pressed your hypersensitive, hardened clit with the heat of his palm, prolonging the agony of pleasure with circular strokes.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his breath scorching your sweaty skin. “You can reach another one right now. Let yourself go once more.”
The movement of his hand, dictating an unrelenting rhythm over your own fingers, drew a sharp, helpless cry from you that echoed off the bedroom walls. Your body vibrated, exposed, sensitive, and more alive than ever under his guidance. In the midst of that sensory chaos, a much deeper and more urgent need broke through.
“Jongseong…” you gasped, your voice broken and pleading, not daring to look away from the mirror. “Please… make love to me. I don’t want just this anymore. I need you inside me. Now.”
He let out a low, rough growl against your nape—a primitive sound that betrayed the end of his own restraint.
“Then use me, my love,” he gave you the green light, setting the rules with a thick whisper. “Take me however you please. I’m yours tonight. Guide me inside you… at your pace.”
With your legs still trembling from the previous orgasm, you lifted yourself slightly on his lap, gaining height. Your right hand descended into the narrow space between you, fumbling for the fly of his pants. Jongseong reacted immediately; with a quick, coordinated movement, he pushed the fabric down, freeing his hips and removing any obstacle between you. That was when your fingers made direct contact with his hard length. He hissed through his teeth when you stroked him, but forced himself to stay still. He only held you firmly by the hips, watching every one of your movements in the mirror with a burning intensity that scorched your skin.
You guided his swollen tip to your soaked entrance. You sank down slowly, inch by inch, feeling how he opened you, how he filled you completely in that position. A long, trembling moan escaped your throat when you finally had him buried to the hilt. The sensation was different like this—deeper, more intense. You could see everything in the mirror: your naked body seated on him, his large hands gripping your hips, his face tense with pleasure behind your shoulder.
“Take me however you need, beautiful.”
You began to move up and down with slow movements at first, feeling every vein, every pulse inside you. Your hands rested on his thighs for balance as you rose and fell on his lap. Every time you came down hard, a wet, obscene sound filled the room, mixing with your moans and Jongseong’s husky growls.
The mirror captured everything mercilessly: the way your breasts bounced with each drop, how your head fell back against his shoulder, the expression of absolute pleasure on your face. Jongseong raised one hand to cup one of your breasts, pinching the nipple, while the other moved down to your swollen clit and rubbed it in firm circles, syncing with the rhythm of your hips.
“Just like that…” he whispered against your neck, gently biting the skin. “You’re a work of art, love.”
You picked up the pace, coming down harder, faster. Your thighs burned from the effort, but the pleasure was too intense to stop. Every thrust filled you completely, brushing that spot inside you that made you see stars. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, while Jongseong held you, pushing up slightly to meet you with every descent.
“Fuck yes, use me however you want…” he begged, his voice broken, forehead pressed to your sweaty back. “You have me at your mercy.”
The orgasm hit you brutally. Your body tensed, clenching hard around his length as you cried out, shaking violently. The aftershocks were long and deep, and Jongseong kept rubbing your clit without mercy, prolonging the pleasure until it almost hurt from how good it felt. Shortly after, he fell apart too; he pulled you tight against him with a guttural growl, spilling hot and deep inside you as his hips jerked against yours.
You collapsed back against his chest, exhausted, trembling, and completely sated. His arms wrapped around you instantly, caressing your belly and breasts with reverent slowness, kissing your cheek while you both tried to catch your breath.
“Was that enough inspiration…” he asked with a tired but love-filled smile, still buried inside you, “or are you still not convinced?”
You smiled mischievously; in fact, your mind was full of sensations, images, and words. The blank page no longer existed. All that remained was the heat of his body, the echo of his moans, and the certainty that tonight you had lived exactly the scene you needed to write.
“More than enough…” you murmured, turning your face slightly to brush his nose. “Though I think I’ll need some ‘field research’ for the next chapter too.”
He let out a soft chuckle, his thumb tracing your cheek with gentle strokes, savoring the closeness.
“Whenever you need it, my love. I’m all yours.”
Hi beauties ~
Reminder that I have requests open, so feel free to share your ideas about 02z's Line members with me. (Please send me some fluff! Hahaha) 💕
Robby has been so snappy and irritable lately, not just at work but now at home. His partners were starting to get worried and annoyed with his behaviour. He only gets like this when something really bad happens and it would usually only last a day or two, not a couple weeks.
Jack and Dennis had been so patient with him at home and even at work but it was getting ridiculous.
Dennis watched Robby yelled at two fourth year med students for making a mistake. “This is shit you learned in first year. This is ridiculous, and you guys should know better” Dennis heard Robby yelling from the hallway.
Dennis and Jack had spoken about this one night that Robby was working but they were off. “He won’t stop yelling at staff and being just plain mean.” Dennis told the older man. They were laying in bed watching a movie waiting for Robby to come home from day shift. “ I know, Dana has been telling me everything he is doing” Jack replied, continuing to run his fingers through Dennis’s hair. “He was mean to me this morning because I made his coffee wrong , he mumbled something to himself but I’m not sure what” Dennis told, “ I was hoping it was not going to make it to you . He can get real mean when he gets like this, I need to talk with him. Will you let me know his behaviour at work?” Jack asked.
By the end of Dennis and Robby’s shift , Dennis had texted Jack countless more times about the way Robby was acting.
“Robby, you coming?” Dennis said standing at the break room watching Robby sitting on the bench. “Yeah yeah just one sec” Robby said getting out of the trance he was in.
The ride home was silent , Robby drove and Dennis looked out the window. Pulling up into the driveway , Dennis could see Jack through the window finishing up dinner.
Entering the house , both men took off their shoes and quickly saying hi. They both made their way to their master bathroom , needing to take a quick shower before sitting down at the table. Showering together to save time but still silence filled the room. Dennis thinks that Robby knows Jack wants to have a chat.
Robby knows exactly how his husband is and how this dinner would possibly go. He got a text from Jack mid shift saying that they need to talk and that he needs to be dealt with.
Robby and Dennis made the way to the dinner table where Jack was finishing the set up of food and plates. Dennis kissed jacks cheek whispering “it looks delicious”.
They all eat quietly, once everyone finished, Jack finally spoke. “ Micheal , go to our room and sit on the bed” he said not even looking at Robby. “Dennis can you please start cleaning the kitchen?” Jack added before anyone could interrupt. Robby didn’t even put up a fight, he knew that there was no point in even trying.
Robby went to their room after that and Jack started clearing the table and cleaning off the plates. “Dennis baby? Can you wash the dishes for me? I’ll call you upstairs once I talk to him” Jack said kissing Dennis’s hair before walking off.
Jack walked to their room and opened the door to find Robby sitting on the bed hunched over with a defeated look on his face.
“Michael look at me” Jack told him. Robby tuned and looked at his husband, trying to hold back tears. “Would you like to explain yourself? Wanna tell me why you’ve been acting like this?” “ I don’t understand what you mean?” “Don’t play dumb with me, you’ll just make what’s going to happen worse”. Robby shook his head , chuckling, Jack just stood in front of him staring expecting a proper answer. Robby finally realized that there was no way of getting out of this, he could tell how irritated and upset his husband was. “I’ve just been more stressed than usual. Everyone keeps making mistakes and I have to fix everything.” “Go on , I know it’s not just that.” Jack replied, coming to sit in on the side of the bed. “ next week is the week leading up to when my mom left and my bubbe died.” Continued voice cracking
There it is, Abbot thought , Robby hasn’t ever acted like this leading up to those days before. He has been having some difficulties after Pittfest and the fight with Jake. Jack also thinks it was because of the baby that was abandoned at the hospital.
“Micheal look at me” Jack said reaching for Robby’s chin and turning his face towards. “You had no right to act like this. Why are you yelling at the staff and students? Why are you screaming at mohan , snapping at santos? Why did I see javadi crying after you left the break room? Why did Mel avoid you at shift change ? Wanna explain the screaming at Dana” Jack started. “You better think about your answer” “ I have no reason , I just took it out on everyone” “yeah you haven’t been that nice to me or Dennis. Wanna explain why you’ve bee rude and mean to Dennis ? Screaming at him because he made your coffee is wrong” Jack added squeezing Robby’s chin. Jack watched guilt poor onto Robby’s face , how the man’s face dropped and tears started to form. “I’m so sorry” Robby said tears running down his cheeks. “ you both did not deserve that and neither did anyone else” “ I know that Michael, you’ve got a lot of apologies to give. I want you to apologizes to everyone you’ve been mean to , face to face” Jack told him , Robby nodded agreeing to what his husband said to him. “ I need you to say it Michael” “ I will apologizes to everyone face to face” “ good job”.
Robby had been crying , gripping the sheets while he finished agreeing to what his partner said. “Colour?” “Green”. Robby knows what comes next after this.
“Over my knee, take off your pants and underwear” Robby followed the orders with no comment. “Dennis baby? Can you down here?” Jack yelled from the room.
Jack waited to hear the younger man’s foot steps come down the hall. “Yeah I’m here” Dennis said opening the door. “Come sit on the chair and watch Robby. He is going to apologize to you” jack said to the younger man. “ yes ok” Dennis hushed out, following Jacks orders. “ I’m going to spank Robby thirty times with my hand , and 10 times with the plank” jack told them. He could feel Robby gasp and tense in his hold. Both men readied themselves for what was about to happen.
Dennis has not had the chance to watch Robby get punished by Jack. Jack typically dealt with it alone and he would call Dennis to bed once Robby was sobbing and cuddly.
“Micheal you will say a couple words each time i spank you until you complete your apology to Denny” “yes sir , I will do that” Robby replied and braced himself for the first spank. Jack started , “I’m so sorry Dennis” Robby breathed out , another smack followed. “I should have not treated you like that” . Again another spank “it was uncalled for and unacceptable”. The sting started to come in , Robby’s ass cheeks reddening. Jack could see how flushed Dennis was from watching this.
By the time Robby finished apologizing to Dennis the first 30 spanks had happened. “What colour Michael?” “Green” Robby sobbed out. Dennis was so hard from seeing how whiny and stupid Robby got.
Jack wasted no time in switching to the plank to slap Robby with. Robby screamed at the first spank, Sobbing into his husbands jeans. “You’re doing so good Mikey, just 14 more” Jack teased. Robby’s bum is going to so very sore for the next few days. Jack could feel Robby’s hard on from this , making him smirk.
When the last slap came in Robby screamed even louder and his nails into in husbands thighs.
“Shh shh , it’s ok. You did so good for me. You did so so good” Jack said gently running his hands through Robby’s hair. “ look how hard are Denny boy is? I gotta deal with him. I don’t think you’ll get to have fun tonight. Sit in the chair, Dennis you come here” Jack stated. Robby got up off the bed sobbing and humiliated towards his younger partner and the chair.
Dennis crawl onto the bed and listened to Robby sniffing from the chair.
“Robby has been very mean , I think it’s our turn to be mean back. Michael ? You are going to watch me fuck Dennis , you are not going to touch yourself or cum. You keep your hands on the rest and do not move.”
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Ive had to post this three times now . Hopefully its ok and not shit.
