About the picture? Did I do something wrong? I tried to get better. She pushed herself onto my cock, till I was hitting her throat. Still she bobbed and gagged. It felt delicious and wrong at the same time. She got up but I shoved her face back down, my sock back into its warm home. She complied but she was too slow - I pulled her off my and stood her up so I could tear her clothes off. She wanted to be a whore?
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Do whatever he wants sexually. Learn to enjoy all of it. Yes that means you have to lick his ass, drink his piss, suck on his feet, lick his toilet clean, let him beat you with a belt until you are black and blue, etc. Just do it. You will be happier and he will be happier if you do. Look how he wants. Let him pick out your clothes, your makeup, your hairstyle, etc. If he wants you to lose weight, go to the gym every day until you are perfect.
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