{Story Sampler} (Peetato/BDSM) Whirlwind of passion. That's the only way he could put it. His virgin lips were dirtied by the filth of another's touch. His skin, once pale, grew pink upon the contact of a reprimanding hand. His legs, which used to quake in fear in Cato's presence now spread so easily at his command. He was owned, wholly and completely. And he did not mind one bit.
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