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Lost in the admiration of his mind, the heavy twirling sensation which sat within his belly staring right into his eyes, a crumbling sensation of his body, Ismael felt oncemore, an undeterred dominance over him, of ferocious eyes, staring down at him, with heavy breaths which poured down unto his face.

“Please Leo, not here” Ismael pleaded, whimpering sounds whilst feeling his butt cheeks being heavy smacked over, creating a loud noise, with an endearing sensation, with erupted through Ismael's bodily nerves.

Swerved to his back, with his head pinned slightly towards the wall, eyes sat staring at Ismael gloriously soothed by a hungry state, with wished to devoure. Whilst slantly place unto the wall, Ismael felt tears pile up his sight before the darkened corrodors of his home, faced with insecurity, a heavy fright of being seen by those who worked for him or some family members of his, he wished Leo would switch his mind over but at same slight lack of determination in his thoughts, t