Being in the friendzone, I often found myself left behind and ignored at parties by my female best friend. Even if we always arrived together I would soon notice her engrossed in conversations with other people, a drink in her hand. I figured she was having a good time, so I continued mingling alone, trusting that we would reconnect soon. But it almost never happened. By the end of the party I would see her laughing, her arm intertwined with a stranger's. It was clear that she had forgotten about me entirely.
Sometimes she would come and tell me she`s leaving with someone else and that I can go home and not wait for her. But she could also just take off with other people. No messages. No calls.
need him on his knees with my strap in his mouth, big hands clutching my thighs for support, looking up at me with teary eyes as he gags
whiny around the plastic in his mouth, i can't tell if he's begging for me to slow down or fuck him harder... but it doesn't really matter what he wants right now
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