tom jones, you bastardI love the way he makes me scream.tom jones, you bastard
The way every touch he gives me leaves me aching for more, even though his last one has left me aching enough. The way his brutal hands find the softest, most virgin parts of my skin, and bruise them, pinching me until I turn black and blue. It's sick, I know, and I fucking love every moment of it. His eyes are full of a menecing demon, scratching his pupils, and crawling in his skin, desperate to rip it's way out, and consume my entire being, and damn, don't you know I wish it could.
I see it every time he looks at me. His deep, penetrating gaze forcing my mind to imagine the most
seduction?
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