Adrien
I am a mess. And I am about to become a puddle on the floor. I don’t mind. As long as Seth Radke feeds me his c*ock, I am down for everything. I want it all - the lack of air, the pain in my throat, the reluctant tears that come with the effort to handle him, all of it. I need it the way I don’t need the air to breathe as long as I have him inside me.
Goddess, I let him choke me with his d*ick. And it hurt and it burned, my lungs were on fire but I have never been this hard in my life. His praise, his approval of what I did, it is all starting to break something within me and I am not sure whether I should stop it while I still can or let it transform me into a completely different person. Well, I guess it is a lie - I am indeed sure what I want. The fact that I am not doing anyth
