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𝒥ongho-𝒞entric ⠀2002 ⠀view+
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MEAN POWERBOTTOM!? oh im so sat
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doll doll doll doll doll doll doll–
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and now for something different... a jjnggi aka using your bf privileges to get grabby
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i am the number one believer of Jcnghc Dollism. the Dollification of Jcnghc. the church of Jcnghc Dollification, really. the house of Jcnghc Dollism. this is my happy place. my pretty, pretty boy. my favorite little doll.
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item slowly. Mngi swallowed hard, his dick hardening with want. Jcnghc, just as slowly—just as 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺—crawled up Mngi’s thighs, not stopping until he was seated over the man’s hips, Mngi’s cock nudging at his ass. “M!n, I want you to show me how sorry you are.”
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body responding in kind, feet planting into the floor, hips lifting. It was almost muscle memory. When his pants and briefs joined his shirt and jacket on the floor, Jcnghc took his time to remove his own clothes. “Eyes on me, baby,” he instructed as he peeled of each +
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Mngi was the picture of perfection—heaven-sent and angel-shaped. Just for Jcnghc. “Thank you,” the older man breathed, eyes closing to take in a moment of relief. Jcnghc’s deft hands found the hems of Mngi’s remaining clothing and tugged on them, Mngi’s +
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rocked massaged his hand into him a few times before removing his hand to stand. “Okay. I forgive you, M!n.” Jcnghc watched, chest swelling with love, as Mngi’s torso flushed—a fresh layer of Jcnghc’s favorite shade of red—and his wet lashes bat up at him over wide, soft eyes.
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A few seconds passed and Mngi thought, for sure, Jcnghc would continue ignoring him. Then he heard the tell-tale click of Jcnghc locking his phone and his heart started racing in anticipation. As Jcnghc placed his phone on the bed, he applied pressure to Mngi’s dick. He +
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grew tired. His legs stayed firm around Jcnghc, but the rest of him gave out, collapsing into the bed. “Jjcngie…” Mngi tried again, voice weak from his continuous strings of whimpers and whines. “𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦? I’m sorry I– I embarrassed you again.”
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stay stationary, giving him warmth and slight pressure but no friction as Mngi was told to stay still. No moving against Jcnghc’s hand. No reprieve. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, Mngi thought. Still, an hour later, their position remained unchanged until Mngi’s arms finally +
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long since been tossed aside. Jcnghc never let him wear anything on top, loving to see his torso flush the prettiest shade of red for him. Jcnghc enjoyed the helpless, strangled cry that sounded from Mngi’s throat as he realized Jcnghc wasn’t going to move his hand. It would +
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as Mngi begged & cried for him to do 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. At the twenty minute mark, Jcnghc had finally placed a warm hand over Mngi’s cock, which was straining against the confines of the bottom half of his outfit—the only part of it that he still wore. The top half had +
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a drop of blood. “You’d better be, Scng Mngi, because you embarrassed me in front on the fans. 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯,” he spit through his teeth. For an hour, Jcnghc had sat on his knees at the edge of the bed, happily between Mngi’s legs. He forced himself to focus only on his phone +
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As the minute hand struck the 4 on the clock, noting a full hour of this 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 had ticked by, pearly tears escape Mngi’s eyes, further wetting his lashes. “I’m sorry,” he cried pathetically. His teeth bit down on his bottom lip, the force with which he bit drawing +
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