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Even though he is a slave and he lives to serve and serves to live, his Master cannot help but cuddle and hold him after punishment. He whispers reassuring things in his ear and kisses his neck while soothing the heat coming off his boy’s ass. His cries were just too sweet, his body too raw. He needs his Master’s touch, and his Master could not ignore him.


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