My faggot boy, in his feminine voice, kept begging me to own him. For me to make him my delicious fuck-toy. The smile on my face was devious and taunting.…
"What the fuck is this?" My voice echoed through the cluttered room, my eyes narrowing at the lacy fabric clenched in my hand. I'd been looking for my favorite black…
"You know, I've had about enough of your sass," I snapped, slamming the locker shut with a clang that echoed down the hall. Jordan leaned against the neighboring locker, her…