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Mr.Evil's game

by @pernille-augustson

Just come here, come here and break my spirit, push me to the ground, step on me while you're at it, I know you'll love it, Mr. Evil, you'll love it. Spit on my face and make me feel worthless, isn't that your hobby and your passion? You crush my happiness into bits and pieces, you kiss me just to bite me, you fuck me just to hurt me. Mr. Evil is pure evil, he loves to give me a beating, he hides in my closet and comes out at night, to first wipe my tears but then to make me cry. It's a vicious circle where he gives, then takes, takes it all away, more than he gave, I'm left with nothing, nothing but more pain. This is Mr.Evil's game and I don't really want to play.
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25 / F
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pernille-augustson
25 / F
Published
Nov 11, 2016
Time
2m
Tags
#pain#evil#play#game#fetish#kink#kinky#sadomasochism#sm
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