C511

I'm Sweetie Six.

"I'm not letting go, I'm just not letting go. What can you do to me?" This man is a bit of a scoundrel. When he spoke, he buried his face in my neck and blew on it.

"Can you please let me go? Would you please be a bit of a gentleman? " I looked at this man with a bit of ill intent. I don't know him at all, okay?

"But