Authentic British Pubs in North America - C/D

Rememeber that time in boston when it looked like we killed a chicken in the bed? Your pussy was so sticky, but your ass was tight and smooth. it was worth the wait. what was that, 10, 11 years ago? that was the first time. then there were the dozens more. the phone calls, regailing me with tails of the newly shaved cunt that needed nothing more than my lips on it. the days, begging me to fuck you on the desk. (i should have) the evenings, with a bottle of red wine and space ghost - always punctuated with my cock in you. i can still hear your moan, with my cock balls deep in your ass, your juices running down your leg.

then, i had to leave town. it was two more years before i came back. i brought a dog collar. you wore it tight around your neck. tighter still when your neck was filled with cum. the last time i saw you, you said "you weren't supposed to come back." then, i left again.

i'm selling the house this summer. i'm going to make an excuse to come back. i'll find you, you know i know how. we'll meet at the usual location - the old toad. you'll be wearing your collar, just like a good dog. i've learned some new tricks. at one point during the evening, you'll be crying as my fist is inside you. in between sobs, you'll cum. you'll cum so hard that you'll forget all about using the shower massage. then i'll leave again. and you'll be broken, looking for another master, another cock, another fist. this time, i'll probably never come back.

write me, you know the address.
or don't. i'll still find you.

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