I nodded a ‘duh’. She had Christmas plans, of course. Blowjob porn Mr. I stripped down to just my socks (don’t judge) and buried my face in the pillows for a good cry before falling asleep with the lights on. I know it sounds like lightspeed Stockholm syndrome, but Mr. I’m a freak only your mother could love. That Barbie had watched me do some pretty cringe stuff. But being the sex toy of a sex toy? I’ve turned your Barbie doll into a cum dump but the hole I made through her painted-on panties doesn’t come close to my memories of the real thing. Even little things like knowing your upper body spasms sexually aroused your handcuffs added to the experience. Being dominated had been a repressed kink of mine for a while, held in check by feelings of guilt and the fear that objectification in the bedroom would affect the fragile power dynamics of an otherwise healthy relationship.
