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Destro grumbled from Ashley's stubbornness, sighing deeply and pushing his hips up hard before he grunted and spoke aloud. "Come in, fuck." Rubbing his forehead, Destro closed his eyes, hearing the door open and grumbling to himself.
Slowly, the door opened and Roy looked down as he walked in. Clearing his throat, the human shyly glanced up, his lips parting with what he saw. Ashley atop of Destro, his hands behind his back, cuffed. It was erotic, sexy, although a part of him wished he was the one on top of Destro. He'd enjoy it without the ring.
"Yes Destro?" Roy mumbled.
"You wanted to come inside, so here you are." Destro smiled, looking at Ashley and then slapping his ass softly. "I think I know what to do. You seem very resilient today. I think you need a bit of a lesson. Roy, why don't you come over here, help me teach Ashley a lesson."
"What?" Roy looked at Ashley, not sure how to react to that. A part of him was curious, but at the same time…he felt as though this was imposing, or that it would make Ashley uncomfortable. Definitely not wanting that.
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~Ernest Gaines
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