Dominant hora begränsar underkillen och torterar sin lilla kuk och bollar

It's pretty pathetic, actually, if you ask me.

That's better. Let's get you exposed.

I don't think you need to be covered up with that pristine, lily white, starched shirt.

We all know just how disgusting you are.

Just how fucking dirty you are.

You know what I think of you?

Do you?

I should give you some idea.

You have no idea how long I've been waiting to get you just in this position.

Do you?

Can you even see under those lights?

I bet you can't.

I bet you know what this is all about though, don't you?

Oh yeah, don't fucking lie to me, scumbag.

You dirty little fucking prick.

Don't lie to me.

You know what I want?

Yes, you do.

You need a flinch?

You ***********?

Huh? Can you take it?

You gonna flinch like a ***********?

I want a name.

I know you're gonna be very, very reluctant to tell me, aren't you?

I'm gonna have to do a little bit of convincing.

I must wear...

to touch you.

To convince you.

I bet you're sorry you're on the wrong side of the team now, aren't you?

That's what happens to bad men like you.

You end up in compromising positions, with bitches holding knives to their balls.

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