He’s playing hard to get, we had a fight. All that pouting isn’t going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. He takes a nap. Wakes up like this. Hah. I wore his fetishes, and he’s pretending it’s “whatever”. Is it whatever when I throat your cock? When I lick and suck you while you wriggle in this restraint? You’re not going anywhere until we make up… in my mouth and in yours.
