Should have made you- left you standing there dripping for the world to see.
Couldn't resist? Hm? Should I give you another hit of it? Are you gonna beg for me? Hm? Hells- I should just use this to remind you of who you belong too, my pretty witch.
So you want an open bar? I think my guests would rather like that. Tell me, can you seem them jerking off for you in your mind's eye? Can you see the cocktail glasses, the cool smooth wood of the bar under you? Can you see my hand gripping your hair- tugging it back and feeling the pain shoot though you? Can you feel my far, far too big cock filling you? Keeping you pinned as you moan so fucking loudly?
[ The last message gets a reward for Nate as that mark shines intensely, pulsing with hellfire as it licks up against the others skin. Hellfire dancing though every inch of the others body.]
You'd want it bigger? Naughty little witch. You wouldn't even need to see them by the end, I'd want you panting, whimpering, coming again and again against the bar. Hells I'd fill up cocktail glass for you and tip it back to let it run down along your lips. Show the world how desperate you are when you're lost in the pain and the need.
[ His skin is stinging, the actual mark burning so hot that he can't put his hand on it. But his cock is leaking over his hand, and he's groaning softly. Unable to concentrate properly, he flicks on speech to text instead, then stuffs his phone into the couch cushions for support and turns on the video aimed at his cock. He's gonna let Caliban see the fruit of his labours. ]
Oh, holy fuck. It hurts, I want more.
Caliban...
Fuck. That's what I want. I'd drink it myself, for you. I wouldn't be able to think or even breathe, I'd just be lit up for you. I feel like I'm on fire!
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Couldn't resist? Hm? Should I give you another hit of it? Are you gonna beg for me? Hm? Hells- I should just use this to remind you of who you belong too, my pretty witch.
So you want an open bar? I think my guests would rather like that. Tell me, can you seem them jerking off for you in your mind's eye? Can you see the cocktail glasses, the cool smooth wood of the bar under you? Can you see my hand gripping your hair- tugging it back and feeling the pain shoot though you? Can you feel my far, far too big cock filling you? Keeping you pinned as you moan so fucking loudly?
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if you could see me now youd knnow i've not forgotten
fuck yes they'd be jerking
cocks out, no holding back
i'd be begging for you?.. telling you to make it bigger and makr me bhrn hotter
i'd think it was hot having everyone watch bur by the end i wouldnt even see them
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You'd want it bigger? Naughty little witch. You wouldn't even need to see them by the end, I'd want you panting, whimpering, coming again and again against the bar. Hells I'd fill up cocktail glass for you and tip it back to let it run down along your lips. Show the world how desperate you are when you're lost in the pain and the need.
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Oh, holy fuck. It hurts, I want more.
Caliban...
Fuck. That's what I want. I'd drink it myself, for you. I wouldn't be able to think or even breathe, I'd just be lit up for you. I feel like I'm on fire!