‘When Connor is in his prisoner clothes, the shirt exposes his neck so gracefully that it makes me imagine myself kissing it and whispering his name under him, as he slowly enters and gets out constantly, making little groans.’
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‘When Connor is in his prisoner clothes, the shirt exposes his neck so gracefully that it makes me imagine myself kissing it and whispering his name under him, as he slowly enters and gets out constantly, making little groans.’