What a giggly worm my sweetheart has come to be. All wrapped up in glossy saran wrap, a lil opening for his face as well as ideal access to his penis. He’s not giggling any longer when I ruin him right into a trickling mess.
How could I do that, he questions? What he really feels is powerlessness. It’s what I do. There’s nothing you can do. If you let me restrain you, if you’re weak and also want it, I’m mosting likely to ruin-train you.