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He remembered.. and he didn't really want to. He flinched at the first whip and another made him whimper. Vincent didn't hold back and his stomach was alredy bruised from the punches from ealier so it really hurt. By the time the whipping ended he was breathing heavily, trembling slightly. Then he blinked. He... was hard? Why the fuck he was hard? Why would he ever get hard when it all hurt? Though before he was able to react in any way or to went out with answer he moaned as his cock was stroked and the ball given some attention. Why...?
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What is more sexy than feisty uke or some seme turned to uke? >:] <3
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