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iniquiticityAnonymous asked
11, hamwash
hey, i’m liking your photos at 2am because i want to make out. i’m texting you at noon because i want to make out. i woke up today because i (we don’t need words)
His employee had many habits in varying levels of actual danger and just general annoyance. one of this most frustrating was, as Hamilton surely would have called it, “fucked-up texts.” This would be when Hamilton would consume some mind-altering substances of dubious legality and send Washington texts late at night, usually of his genitalia, and occasionally him in the process of engaging in all kinds of his masturbatory habits. These were always deleted, but sometimes they fit in the back of his mind and stayed. Hamilton had sent him one with a black dildo in his ass, the line of his hole dripping with lube.
When Hamilton got to work the next day, Washington called him to his office. Hamilton locked the door and worked his pants off, a dark plug inside him.
“Remind you of something?” Hamilton said, groaning as Washington’s fingers manipulated the silicon.
11, hamwash
hey, i’m liking your photos at 2am because i want to make out. i’m texting you at noon because i want to make out. i woke up today because i (we don’t need words)
His employee had many habits in varying levels of actual danger and just general annoyance. one of this most frustrating was, as Hamilton surely would have called it, “fucked-up texts.” This would be when Hamilton would consume some mind-altering substances of dubious legality and send Washington texts late at night, usually of his genitalia, and occasionally him in the process of engaging in all kinds of his masturbatory habits. These were always deleted, but sometimes they fit in the back of his mind and stayed. Hamilton had sent him one with a black dildo in his ass, the line of his hole dripping with lube.
When Hamilton got to work the next day, Washington called him to his office. Hamilton locked the door and worked his pants off, a dark plug inside him.
“Remind you of something?” Hamilton said, groaning as Washington’s fingers manipulated the silicon.