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Sex Pain Ecstasy Agony

It surrounded hiht-headed The scent of leather filled the air Walking into the dungeon, he let hiht

Stress Unhappiness Pain

Too rouchy as fuck

Sighing, he stopped to watch a scene playing out in a corner The sub was facing a St Andrews Cross, wrists and ankles secured She had on thigh-high black leather boots, a black G-string and nothing else

Her ass was red fro to her ass

Ink paused and watched Waited

Waited to feel so Arousal Interest Warmth

Nothing Christ When had he grown bored with this?

Maybe because you don’t want this any to the club for quick, less play

This was all Duke’s fault The fucker

Sunny had practically dropped into Duke’s lap He hadn’t even been looking for anyone, let alone soeous inside and out Sweet Submissive And a Little

While Ink wanted a relationship and couldn’t find anyone who interested him

He was over being alone He wanted so real Someone of his own to fuss over, cherish, take care of

Ink was happy for Duke, as more than just an Iron Shadows brother They were as close as blood brothers

Yeah, so Ink was happy for him

He was also fucking jealous

“Hey, Ink”

Turning, he saw one of the owners of the club approaching Angus Bryson was a big brute of a guy Tough, but still with a soft touch for the neediest of subs

“Angus, what’s happening?”

“Got a new sub here tonight and the Do her can’t make it Wondered if you could do it?”