mmromance

Sometimes death is just the beginning

The first time I watched him fight, I got hard. My heart pounded in my chest, and I chewed on my lip until it bled. I vowed then I would make him mine.

He pointed at the paper. __ want you to write me a description of every foot you__e put wrong since we met. Make sure I can read your writing. You have five minutes.__rite about every foot I__ put wrong. I peered down at my feet.I started to write: My left foot is a size eight point five. It has a high arch, and my big toe is longer than my second toe. There is a light smattering of hair on the top of my foot. I paused and stuck my left leg out, studying my shoe. Right now I am wearing Nike Frees for m___ring me your paper.__ glanced at my paper. ____ not done yet.___ne . . . two . . .__ brought him the paper.

Anything else you want to discuss before we begin?___ho cuts your hair? You should run them through with their own thinning shears. You have a wonderful face, and so much wasted potential for__ He stepped forward and grabbed my ear. __w!

This is your last chance to go home, son._ It was the loudest I__ heard him speak.I froze.Cock, meet jeans. Jeans, please contain cock.