Pound Town™️

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The ruffians filed out and I was left with just me and Timmy.

He looked my up and down with a look of fire and lust burning in his eyes. He strutted over to me and pushed me against the wall. Butterflies pool in my stomach as his hand snaked up and gripped the sides of my throat.

"You're mine. Only mine." He growled into my neck before sucking deep purple and brown hickies into it.

I let a gasp slip through my lips as he moved down to my chest and then to my navel.

"Please Daddy Turner." I begged.

He just laugh in response to me, then continued. If I was a man, I'd have blue balls from all the foreplay. I was dripping wet with arousal, I could practically smell it but alas, he never touched me.

After a good twenty minutes or so, he placed his hand on my upper and inner thigh. My breath hitched itself in the back of my throat as a pink tint spread across my face I couldn't help but buck my hips to try to get his hands closer to my entrance.

"Patience." he hissed as I set my hips back.

I bit my tongue, trying to hold back my whines and whimpers and begs for pleasure. I was joining a gang and I thought it was best to not piss of the Femboy Gang Leader.


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