Locktober Day 11. You count the days of your locktober, begging for release but knowing you don't deserve it, not after that look you gave the barista. Your pretty cock throbs in your hands as she watches, the only hole she'll let you touch. Another glance and you'll be begging for the sting of her belt.
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Headphones on. AI voice, original script by Aria Wilde.
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