Fuck you and your handsies; old crumbly Mr mansie; you and that ogling drooling eye; drag- draggling your hard-on across my parade.. No I won't let it slide.. blackened by the kick from my thigh, I'll gladly tread you under foot. There's no more borrowing from my lunch. From here on in, every fucking touch is going to cost you. Are we clear old man? MB
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