. . Mom. No! I want it harder! Don't stop! Pinch it hard - here - on the flesh, where it REALLY hurts! Come on, big man - make it hurt - PLEEESE? I want it to HURT!"
The man felt a rush of testosterone fueled anger. "How much?" he asked, knowing he would pay whatever she asked
It really struck me as a boy's room. Big Time Rush bed sheets, and posters on the wall of One Direction, and a half naked Justin Bieber
. . Mom. No! I want it harder! Don't stop! Pinch it hard - here - on the flesh, where it REALLY hurts! Come on, big man - make it hurt - PLEEESE? I want it to HURT!"
The man felt a rush of testosterone fueled anger. "How much?" he asked, knowing he would pay whatever she asked
. . Mom. No! I want it harder! Don't stop! Pinch it hard - here - on the flesh, where it REALLY hurts! Come on, big man - make it hurt - PLEEESE? I want it to HURT!"
The man felt a rush of testosterone fueled anger. "How much?" he asked, knowing he would pay whatever she asked