‘For Connor’s birthday, I want to lay in his bed in lingerie, handcuffed
to the bed. When he comes in the door to his house, he’ll see a rose
petal trail to his room, where I am. When he opens the door, he finds
me, smirks, and starts to take off his shirt. He then comes toward the
bed and rubs me through the lace underwear I have on for him. He then
leans down and whisper “I though you had forgotten my birthday, kitten”.’

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