You’ve beaten me for hours, turning my skin into raw meat, and still, I like it, it made me feel so relaxed. I just wonder, what makes it that I love this so much? Where does that urge to be treated like this come from?
You’ve beaten me for hours, turning my skin into raw meat, and still, I like it, it made me feel so relaxed. I just wonder, what makes it that I love this so much? Where does that urge to be treated like this come from?
