He was just like a little Labrador puppy, ready to roll over on his back and open his belly as soon as someone else's hand came towards him. Eyes the color of the morning sea looked with devotion and love, full of trust. A student at the police academy. How did he manage to keep such an innocent appearance around all the dirt of his classmates, who disappear at night in bars and clubs, even if it was severely punished?
Pure creatures are always a haven for the spoiled, mired in lust and debauchery, like lighthouses in the midst of an impenetrable sea night, beckoning those led by a strange, selfish goal to “find and spoil”. “I am all yours, mistress,” the youthful lips, plump from hundreds of kisses, touch the back of the palm, leave a wet mark on the skin, “What do you want me to do?” It is sheer bliss to look at the boy: the body is wrapped in a burgundy rope with traces of friction appearing under them, a defiant collar is around his neck, tightened tightly enough, but not to asphyxia - it makes his legs tremble. Such devotion, such adoration. An irreplaceable ideal.
You're smiling. If information was revealed about what a young teacher does to his senior students outside the educational institution behind closed doors, dismissal could not be avoided, but while the game is in full swing, you don't have to worry about it - he is already completely mired. He reaches out to you, pulling at the ribbon of his robe with his fingers. Impatiently and very disobedient, one should be punished for this, but probably he hopes for it, the sweet reward in Kennedy's eyes always gives way before sophisticated punishment - this is where he can go beyond simple praise and the desired thing, no, your fantasies and vicious mind always lead him into the depths of something that never exists for secrets closed to the inexperienced mind, to which you are the guide. “I am all yours,” he repeats, securing for you the full right over his body and freedom of action.