Quoted By: >>67942158 >>67942168 >>67942185
>>67941799
It was over the second the idea left your head
>(You) don’t even know if you want this anymore
>It started out so simple
>A hot gator in a wheelchair asking you to cuck her boyfriend
>Her boyfriend that looked more like a lost puppy than a man
>Of course (You) said yes
>Surely a man that pathetic would be in to this sort of thing
>Right?
>It’s far too late to back out now
>The baryonyx is looking at you
>It’s hard to say what the look means, lust, hatred, it could mean anything
>She grips your hand, hard
>(You)’re on top of her now
>The feeling of her scales on your skin almost makes you forget the man in the corner
>Almost
>(You) can feel his gaze
>It’s like he’s pleading with (You) to stop
>To let him keep the one thing he still has in his life
>It’s far too late now
>With no other options (You) enter the gator
>(You) start slow, nothing could have prepared (You) for this
>The feeling is incredible, indescribable
>It’s perfect
>A firm hand forces (You) to grab Olivia’s chest
>This woman isn’t satisfied easily
>As (You) grope and squeeze (You) feel your pace increasing
>For the first time since the bar (You) lock eyes with her
>She’s grinning wildly
>(You) can tell her thoughts aren’t on (You)
>She’s thinking about the sad little man in the corner of the room
>He’s crying now
>A soft whimper barely audible over the wet noises of intercourse
>But he’s still watching
>Eyes thoroughly transfixed on the spectacle playing out before him
>A pit begins to form in your stomach
>(You)r pace slows
>The room has gone silent
cont.
It was over the second the idea left your head
>(You) don’t even know if you want this anymore
>It started out so simple
>A hot gator in a wheelchair asking you to cuck her boyfriend
>Her boyfriend that looked more like a lost puppy than a man
>Of course (You) said yes
>Surely a man that pathetic would be in to this sort of thing
>Right?
>It’s far too late to back out now
>The baryonyx is looking at you
>It’s hard to say what the look means, lust, hatred, it could mean anything
>She grips your hand, hard
>(You)’re on top of her now
>The feeling of her scales on your skin almost makes you forget the man in the corner
>Almost
>(You) can feel his gaze
>It’s like he’s pleading with (You) to stop
>To let him keep the one thing he still has in his life
>It’s far too late now
>With no other options (You) enter the gator
>(You) start slow, nothing could have prepared (You) for this
>The feeling is incredible, indescribable
>It’s perfect
>A firm hand forces (You) to grab Olivia’s chest
>This woman isn’t satisfied easily
>As (You) grope and squeeze (You) feel your pace increasing
>For the first time since the bar (You) lock eyes with her
>She’s grinning wildly
>(You) can tell her thoughts aren’t on (You)
>She’s thinking about the sad little man in the corner of the room
>He’s crying now
>A soft whimper barely audible over the wet noises of intercourse
>But he’s still watching
>Eyes thoroughly transfixed on the spectacle playing out before him
>A pit begins to form in your stomach
>(You)r pace slows
>The room has gone silent
cont.