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My throat closes when he sends a picture. Of him fisting his cock through his PJ bottoms. Even though he’s not naked, the thin material leaves nothing to the imagination. The lines of his cock are clear in the picture and when I zoom in, I can see those veins⁠— I release it as if I’ve been burned when another text appears. I want you to choke on my cock and let me come down that throat. Better yet, I want to stuff my cock in my tiny little cunt, baby. Let me fuck you. I’ll make sure you like it. No. What if I say please? Nope. You’re playing with fire, baby. Just say yes while I’m asking nicely. You’re not going to fuck me, Kayde. Yet. Ever. Stop flirting with me. When did I? The idea of forcing you turns me on, baby. You’re well aware of that fact, and yet you still pull these stunts. I think you’re doing it on purpose. He sends another picture, and in this one, his abs are on full display, his PJs pulled down enough to show his groin. Cock-fucking-tease. I hurry up to my room so no o