[ as soon as he’s set down he shifts to and fro, wrestling against his tentacle’d bindings to get onto his knees. the ones binding his arms finally release them, so he can hold himself up, their aim to spread him for Scaramouche. he tries to shy away, simultaneously hating and loving the feeling of being so exposed. ]
Why can’t all of you fuck me… I have enough to satisfy all of you… but you should be first, …
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Why can’t all of you fuck me… I have enough to satisfy all of you… but you should be first, …