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Bait & Tackle	By : LadyKannah3695 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3786 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Bait & Tackle
- 1
Duncan has always been the bad boy, but Courtney doesn’t seem to be afraid of him. When Courtney goes to check on Duncan in the boathouse, things get out of hand when he challenges her. Can this bad boy keep up with the seemingly sweet politician? [Courtney/Duncan]
Warnings: M/F, B-Mod, D/s, Oral, S&M, Spank, FDom, H/C
Author’s Note: I was actually very surprised that AFF.net had a section for 6Teen but not Total Drama Island, seeing as its one of Cartoon Network’s highest rated shows of all time and currently its number one. I know that tons of people on FF.net have written fics for the show. Well, consider me the pioneer into the world of TDI dirty fics. This story was inspired by a short story in a book by Claire Thompson called “Tough Boy” about a tattooed tough guy who wants to submit to the will of a strong woman. This story wasn’t supposed to be as S&M-y as it turned out. Actually, it reminds me a lot of me and my pet. Maybe because my real name isn’t Kannah it’s the same as a certain character in this story. X3 *cough*Courtney*cough*
“Bait & Tackle”
Duncan was the bad boy. Always the bad boy. His green mohawk, his piercings, and his tattoos weren’t just for show! He was a convicted felon, god damn it! He should be feared!
And yet she didn’t.
That sweet, goody-goody, future prime minister of Canada wasn’t afraid of one thing about him. His tattoos, his record, his attitude. Nothing! She was fearless. And it frustrated the hell out of him.
Six fucking weeks and she hadn’t batted so much as an eyelash. Sure, she told him he was rude, vulgar even, but even his mother said that regularly. Why couldn’t he get inside her head? Danger was hot, she said so herself. And still she wasn’t pursuing him? Well, he sure as hell wasn’t going to pursue her! He could have any fucking girl he pleased. He didn’t have to beg Little Miss Corporate Canada for a pity fuck!
And yet…
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“Duncan?” Courtney’s voice rang out through the dingy boathouse. The place was decrepit. It was falling apart. The walls were made of knotted and rotting wood. A rat scampered into a stray bucket to feed his family. Delightful. “DUNCAN!” she repeated herself, louder this time. She wanted to get in and out as fast as possible. Her fucking sandals were Vera Wang!
She clutched the bowl of gruel in her hands uncertainly. Fuck, she didn’t want him to starve. He was a good athlete. They needed him for the games. Yeah, keep telling yourself that Courtney. It’s for the show. You have “no” interest in those sculpted abs. She shook the thought from her head.
“Well, if it isn’t my pretty little princess.” Duncan’s smug voice made her jump, but she immediately regained her composure. She turned to him with a glare on her face. He had a lantern in his hand. It took her eyes a few moments to adjust to the level of light before she could see him properly. His chiseled jaw was sculpted down into a small tuft of facial hair. He flashed her a grin. Pretty nice teeth for trailer trash. She thought to herself.
“Shut up.” Courtney thrust the bowl into his chest. “Dinner.” She explained monotonously, not bothering to explicate. She didn’t look him in the eye as he took the bowl from her. He placed the lantern on the ground.
“Wow princess, for me?” he smiled, leaning forward so their noses were barely touching. Courtney’s grey eyes flashed in anger. “You shouldn’t have, doll. You’re priceless.” He winked at her. She was going to kill him. Oh yes, he was a dead man.
“I just don’t want you starving for tomorrow.” Courtney tried to explain herself, but it turned out badly. She was babbling. She shouldn’t have bothered. He was just going to try to use it against her as leverage to prove that she ugh… liked him.
She was right.
“You know beautiful, if you just wanted to see me, you didn’t have to bother bringing food…” He set the bowl down on the round, kicking it aside dramatically with the toe of one of his black kick-ass boots. The gruel splattered along the dock and skittered to a stop in the corner. Duncan closed the gap between them, Courtney wasn’t sure if she was angry or aroused. Either way, she was going to kill him. “All you had to do was ask.”
He kissed her. She baulked, but didn’t pull away. It would have been a lie to say that the thought hadn’t crossed her mind once or twice in the shower. That she hadn’t found her fingers snaking down her indented navel to her cute shaven pussy…
When he broke the kiss, she slapped him. Hard. He grabbed his cheek with a triumphant smile on his face. Cocky bastard. She’d show him. God, would she show him. Nobody fucked with Courtney.
“What’s wrong, Princess? Too intense for you?” he asked, mockingly. “You’re such a prude!” he said accusingly. Courtney felt the color in her cheeks rise radically, contrasting with her usually smooth mocha skin tone. She clenched her fists roughly. She was furious.
“I am not!”
“Oh, yeah?” Prove it!” he challenged her. “Prove to me you’re not as much of a fucking priss as you act like.” Courtney was speechless, watching wide-eyed as Duncan tugged his tee shirt over his head, followed by his undershirt, throwing them aside. She was too mesmerized by his bare chest to notice when his fingers unhooked his belt and slid his baggy cargo pants to the ground. He tossed them into the growing pile of clothes.
Courtney snapped back to reality, her eyes drawn to the erection tenting his boxers. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she realized exactly what was happening.
“W—what in the world to you think you’re doing!?” she screamed, “There are probably cameras in here!” she looked around uneasily, searching for the demon eyes that documented their every move.
Duncan grabbed an empty plastic bucket from the corner. It was dirty, covered in patches of grim. He didn’t care. He flipped it over. “Fuck the cameras!” he seethed. He glared at Courtney, seating himself on the bucket as if it were a throne. “If you’re as bad ass as you’re trying to act like then suck my dick, cameras or no. Suck a felon’s dick. Now, that’s something I’m sure a prude like you won’t do!”
Courtney growled. If there was one thing this future politician could not turn down, it was a challenge. She walked regally over to Duncan, jutting her hips out sexily. She reveled in the fact that Duncan was watching her every move diligently, raking his eyes down her body, taking her in.
She sat on her knees in front of Duncan and glared up at him. Fuck him. Fuck the cameras. Fuck this fucking show. Yeah, sure, she’d give him a little something now but just wait until later. Just wait.
“What are you waiting for princess, a written invitation?” the dark haired bad boy sneered at her. Courtney frowned visibly. Her picked to the wire brow furrowed delicately. She fiddled with the tent in Duncan’s boxers and gently guided his cock out of the hole. A piercing glinted at her in the semi-darkness. Her eyes widened slightly. “Surprised princess? That’s a Prince Albert.” She didn’t say anything, but curiously fingered the small silver ring through the pale cherry head of Duncan’s cock. He jolted forward slightly.
She smiled to herself. She enjoyed the amount of control she had over him by the simple movement of her fingers playing with a piercing.
It wasn’t that Courtney hadn’t given head before, she had. To some young upstart in the Young Politicians club at her school. It was just that she was insecure whether or not she was any good. It wasn’t very hard to impress an uptight conservative asshole who wore a damn button down shirt and tie to school. But the resident bad boy of Camp Wawanakwa would be a bit more difficult. She was sure that more girls had gone down on him than people in an elevator.
Her tongue snaked out tentatively to taste the cool metallic of his piercing. A soft exhale of breath escaped Duncan. She pushed the ring back and forth with her tongue before flattening the expanse of her tongue and lapping it wetly up and down the shaft of his cock. A small glistening trail of spittle caught the dim light and sparkled slightly.
Courtney took Duncan’s length into her mouth. The ring tickled the roof of her mouth, sending an odd sensation through her body to settle between her legs. She winded her tongue around the head of Duncan’s cock and suckled gently, feeling the first salty drops of precum coat her mouth. He let out a soft sigh.
“Damn princess, you sure know you’re way around a cock.” He complimented her, his voice a near growl. She didn’t reply but released his cock with a small, wet pop. Wrapping her hands around the base of his cock, she pumped his length while bestowing long, lewd kisses to the head. Spit from her mouth dribbled down his cock and onto her hands, lubricating her strokes. The dark haired boy moaned.
She licked the precum like a kitten and gently tugged at the piercing with her teeth. Digging her nails into the shaft Courtney took the top half of Duncan’s thick cock into her mouth and slathered it with her tongue. Duncan thrust forward into her throat. He obviously liked it wet and sloppy, reveling in the feel of her warm mouth and tongue.
“Oh god…” he bit his lip forcefully, clenching his eyes shut. Courtney opened hers, peering up at him through her frazzled cappuccino colored locks. Her grey eyes flashed with a spark of menace he did not see.
Courtney knew he was close. She could feel the shaft of his cock pulsating between her full lips. With a few well-placed licks and a final strong bite to the head of his member, she sent Duncan over the edge. Salty spurts of Duncan’s pearl jam coated her mouth and tongue. Startled by the sheer amount of his excrement, she released his cock, allowing the rest of his cum to coat her face and cheeks.
She blinked, unable to register what had happened. She was aware of the streaks of cum on her forehead and cheeks, dribbling down them in what she was sure was an unseemly fashion. She swallowed the salty gobs in her mouth.
Duncan panted momentarily before he opened his eyes and stared at her.
It wasn’t long before his snickers snapped her back to reality. She fumed, her cheeks enflamed. “Well princess, aren’t you a pretty picture? I sure do hope they are taping this, I’d like to use this for future reference.” He laughed outright and in that moment Courtney felt six weeks of sexual tension and constant mocking mount to a roaring, torrential climax. She snapped.
Her eyes glazed over and changed color from a light fleeting grey to a dark, stormy charcoal. Standing up, Courtney glared down at Duncan. He looked up at her curiously. Suddenly, she kicked the bucket out from underneath him. A yelp escaped Duncan as his barely clothed ass hit the rough, rotting wood of the boathouse floor. She wiped her fingers across her face, collecting the cum. She flicked it on Duncan.
Splattered with his own semen, his ass painfully sore, Duncan stared up at her with a look of surprise and embarrassment on his face. “I’m tired of you’re bad boy routine.” Courtney spat, “You’re just a little boy who thinks he can intimidate me. Fuck that. Fuck you.”
“Look Courtney—”
“Save it.” Courtney snapped angrily. “I don’t need excuses.” She whispered, tugging off her vest. Duncan’s eyes widened. His emerald gaze followed her every move as she tossed the charcoal cashmere vest to the side and began unbuttoning her shirt. Duncan’s eyes were glued to her fingers. She took her time with each button, making him salivate with the tension as he waited for more of her lovely mocha skin to be revealed. Courtney placed her hands on her hips, displaying her bra and taut stomach.
She was wearing a white bra with black lacing across the top. It was not exactly intimidating, but not exactly innocent. Courtney smiled at the look of pure awe on Duncan’s face. She wasn’t sure if it was for her body or because she was taking control of the situation, but either way she was definitely enjoying the tentativeness of his gaze.
Courtney took off her shirt and tossed it aside in the same manner he had discarded his own clothing. Her prettily manicured nails played with the copper button of her olive capri pants alluringly. Leaving him unsure to whether or not his prudish princess was actually going unbutton them.
When she finally did, taking her time lowering the zipper, she shimmied the pants down her generous hips slowly before throwing them to the side. Her strip tease was long and drawn out, keeping Duncan speechless and unsure of what direction she was taking.
While her breasts may have been only a B cup or so, Courtney’s hips were large and curvy. Her lovely ass was encased in what Duncan was surprised to find were see through panties. Cut bikini style, made of white gossamer fabric, sheer lacing over her delicate skin revealed the exquisite y-outline of her shaven pussy. His cock stood at full attention, homage to her charms.
“What was that about me being prudish?”
“Ah—” he began, but she tsked and shushed him, placing a delicate finger to his lips. Her eyes flashed. His eyes dropped to the soft swell of her breasts, peeking at him from her bra. She was only wearing her underwear now, apart from her strappy high-heeled sandals. Had he not known it was Courtney standing in front of him he might have mistaken her for a dominatrix of some sort.
“We’re going to be quiet now, okay Duncan?” her voice had changed. It had none of her usual flusteredness. She was absolutely calm. In absolute control. It was as if she knew that Duncan was not going to act out. She knew that he was not going to challenge her.
He nodded.
“I’m tired of your behavior.” She explained. “It’s rude and unseemly and it fucking pisses me off. You just made me embarrass myself and now you’re going to apologize, got it?” More nodding. She smiled devilishly. “Good boy,” she whispered.
Suddenly, he felt her hand at the back of his head and she pulled him forward, kissing him. Snaking her tongue into his mouth forcefully, she wrestled her tongue with his. Duncan felt a shiver run down his spine as she took total control of his essence. He could barely believe how very wrong his plans involving Courtney were going and how very little he was caring. It was as if she was draining his soul like a vampire. A lovely, dark-skinned succubus, taking everything he held dear. His eyes fluttered closed and he gave himself to her.
A sudden rip at the back of his hair made him squeal. Duncan’s eyes sprung open, tears shining at their corners. He knew he must’ve looked a fool, a tough guy like him with tears in his eyes. Courtney broke the kiss, a nasty smile on her face.
“I believe I said you were going to apologize.” She stood up, backing away from him. He was still on the floor staring up at her, his cock exposed out of the front of his boxers and shamefully hard. Duncan could barely wrap his head around what was happening let alone the embarrassing fact that he was being aroused by it. Courtney’s fingernail dragged through the cum she’d thrown on his stomach, leaving a painful red welting trail.
She walked towards the wall, scanning it quietly. A line of fishing poles on the wall caught her eye. They weren’t threaded, just the poles. Her smile became a wolfish grin, animalistic and full of pure lust. She wanted to hurt him and he knew it. Not that he could blame her for all the shit he’d put her through these last couple of months…
Courtney selected a fairly sturdy looking pole, stroking it with her fingers she walked back to him. “Take off your pants.” She said. Duncan hesitated momentarily. Wrong choice, he felt her hand across his face with a force he didn’t know she possessed. His hand shot up to his face. “Pants off!” she demanded.
“The c—cameras…” he protested.
“Fuck the cameras!” she said mockingly, in a perfect imitation of his voice. His eyes widened. It was then Duncan realized what a mess he’d gotten himself into. What a fucking, arousing, sexy mess. He stood up and tugged off his boxers, placing them on their discarded pile of clothes.
And for the first time in his life, he was embarrassed by his exposure to a woman. His hands drifted to shield his shame and Courtney’s mouth quirked up in a smile. “A little prissy, aren’t we?” she said. Duncan blushed ferociously. It was as if he was a machine just covered in buttons and she was taking the time to push every one.
“Courtney—”
“No, no.” Courtney corrected him. “I think I prefer Princess. It gives me an air of control.” She said smugly, flipping her hair nonchalantly. Duncan smiled slightly; there was the Courtney he knew. She was the same arrogant ladder-climbing bitch. She just had a kinky streak.
“Princess,” he repeated, submitting himself to her whims. “What do you want?” she directed her gaze at him, surprised. No games, baby? Really? She thought to herself. Courtney new better than that. Duncan was going to learn a lesson and judging by the raging erection he was hiding behind feeble fingers, he was going to like it.
“Get on all fours,” she directed. “facing away from me.” He smile faltered, then disappeared as the reality of the situation crashed down on him. His shaking hands drifted away from his cock, which despite his fears, had not managed to go down.
This satisfied Courtney. She smacked his arousal playfully, causing him to let out a small sigh without meaning too. She smiled to herself as she watched the Camp’s resident bad boy follow her rules and get down on his hands and knees, ass in the air and facing her. The puckered rosebud of his anus was visible in the dim light of the lantern. She could feel herself getting wetter.
Licking her lips Courtney got to work. “I’m going to hit you fifteen times.” She explained, seeing Duncan’s ass shiver with fear. “I think that’s only fair for everything that’s happened, don’t you?” she asked him, rolling the fishing pole in her hands. He didn’t reply. “Answer me!” she demanded, angrily.
“Yes Princess…”
“Good.” Courtney smiled, caressing his ass gently. He felt his cock quake with lust. She gripped the fishing rod below the reel with both hands like a baseball bat to get a good grip. “Count for me, won’t you darling?” He murmured his assent and she began.
The first strike shook him to his core. The sound resounded throughout the boathouse like a firecracker of hard plastic on bare ass. Tears sprung to his eyes and a maddened red welt rose from the point where the rod met his skin. “O—one.” His voice cracked. It didn’t even sound like his own. God, here he was, Duncan: the bad boy. The felon. In a boathouse getting his ass beaten by a future freaking politician! The weird thing was the pain had done nothing to dampen his hard-on. In fact, it was pressing against his stomach with fervor. It couldn’t be that he wanted this. No… that was just unbelievable. She was forcing this on him. Yeah, forcing. The second strike ended his frazzled thoughts with a firm slap. “T—t—two…”
Courtney couldn’t believe the rush she felt. A high she couldn’t place. It started in the kickback from the rod in her hands as it struck Duncan’s beaten ass and flowed through her arms. It swirled through her heart, making it beat faster and forcing her lungs to draw in breath at maddened speeds. The feeling streamed through her body to settle in her fevered pussy. She could feel the wetness leaking from between the gaps in her filmy fabric and dribbling down her legs.
“Six!” Duncan squealed. He was crying without meaning too. Biting back full sobs, he could feel the tears dripping down his face. The sight of the boy who had been torturing her for so long crying nearly sent Courtney over the edge.
The tears were making his eyes sparkle like jewels. She had never seen something so beautiful and satisfying in her entire life. She threw her entire weight behind her next few strokes. She wanted to see more of his beautiful tears. Deep down Courtney knew there was something wrong with that, but she didn’t give a fuck.
“T—Thirteen! F—FOURTEEN! F—F—FIFTEEN!!!” Duncan screamed as she finished. His ass was black and blue, covered in raging welts. Courtney tossed the fishing rod aside recklessly and watched as Duncan’s knees weakly gave out underneath him. He collapsed, falling flat onto his chest on the disgusting dock, his still hard cock pressing into his stomach.
Courtney walked over to him, gently flipping him over. He mewled weakly as his burning ass made contact with the dock. He didn’t open his eyes until he felt a soft warm wetness on his face. Duncan opened his eyes to find Courtney licking away his tears. She didn’t seem guilty in the slightest for the pain she’d just put him through. Judging by the slight scent of sex in the air, she was aroused by it.
He sighed, closing his eyes he let her continue. Courtney’s soft lips traced his cheeks down to his lips, placing a single fleeting kiss on them. Duncan heard the sigh escape him before he could stop it. It was almost as if he were falling for his horrible torminatrix.
Duncan clenched his eyes shut, denying the thought. He refused to look at her. Shamed by his burning, bleeding ass. Shamed by his still hard cock, now pooling precum on his stomach as Courtney diligently continued her trail of delicate kisses down his neck, mixing them with soft bites.
Her hand drifted downward to his cock. A gentle tug on his piercing elicited a moan from him. She didn’t stop there. Wrapping her hand around the shaft of his cock, she ran it up and down slowly. The feelings of pleasure welling up inside him distracted him from the pain pressing at his brutalized body. Courtney’s nails raked the shaft softly, sending a shaking sensation down his spine.
He wasn’t sure how long she continued to stroke him, her soft breasts pressed against his chest. Her breath caressing his ear, but suddenly it stopped. He didn’t open his eyes. He was afraid she had gone to get some other implement of torture. He wanted to enjoy the moment of peace before—
“Ah—”
The yelp flew from his lips before his mind grasped what was happening. A sudden feeling of warmth and wetness enveloped him, clenching around his cock. She was fucking him! She was fucking him! He could hardly believe it. Duncan’s eyes flew open to find her looking down at him, her mouth quirked up in that self-confident smile he was coming to know so well.
“What?” she asked, quirking her head to the side in an unmistakably sexy way, a stray piece of hair fell over her eye. “Did you think you were going to be the only one who came today?” she said and with that she thrust herself downward on him, closing her eyes. Duncan jolted forward, his hands instinctively flying to grip her fantastic hips and ass.
“But you could’ve made me u—use my tongue.” Duncan managed to stutter. His eyes fluttered. She was so fucking tight he thought he might lose consciousness. He had absolutely never been with a girl as tight as her. He dug his fingers into her skin and moaned.
Courtney laughed, “I could, but then I couldn’t see the look on your face when you did this.” She grinned, her newly characteristic devilish tweak making its way across her luscious lips. She looked down at his stomach, retracing the welt with her fingernail. He growled in pain. “We’re even now you know. I won’t bug you anymore.” She told him.
“W—What!? No!” He shouted. He was suddenly exasperated. As soon as she said it, he realized he didn’t want that. He wanted this. He wanted what had just happened. The pain. The pleasure. All of it.
She looked at him oddly. “What?” she asked. Her dominatrix attitude had faltered slightly, surprised by his outburst. Courtney searched his eyes for answers. He found it slightly funny how even as her charcoal eyes probed him for answers, her succulent hips refused to stop their movement and continued to ride him at alternating speeds as if disconnected from her brain. Duncan found it fascinating how easily she could hold a conversation while in the throes of passion.
“I—I…” he wasn’t sure how to put his feelings into words. Blushing like an ass, he realized he might cry again. “Don’t go.” Duncan said simply, wrapping his arms around her. He pulled her body into his, burying his head in her chest. Her eyes widened and she was speechless. After all she had just put him through he wanted her to stay?
“Duncan, I—”
“Please Princess?” he pleaded, releasing her. He implored her eyes desperately. She looked him in the eyes. He really was begging her! She had just beaten his ass until he bled and he was begging her to stay around! “Please Princess? Stay with me? I’ll—I’ll be your slave. I’ll take beatings whenever. Whatever you want. Just don’t go…” Was Duncan really talking to her? She was unsure, but God she was unable to deny those damn puppy dog eyes.
Maybe it was his thickness inside her. Maybe it was tears. Maybe it was the feel of his skin against hers or maybe it was the tone in his voice, but Courtney felt herself break.
“Yeah. Yeah, why not? Sure Duncan, I’ll be your Mis—” Duncan didn’t let her finish before his lips were on hers. He kissed her with fevered, childish abandon. Desperate fingers wound through her hair in frantic efforts to pull her closer. Courtney found herself kissing back, pressing her body against his. She smiled into the kiss. She had just expected to embarrass the hell out of him and show him up, but she liked this too.
Duncan began to thrust in her furiously. Courtney let out a gasp, riding his thrusts. She opened her eyes and broke the kiss. Duncan’s eyes were clenched shut. His head buried in her shoulder, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. It was almost as if this was his first time.
She shook her head and banged his head back on the dock. He opened his eyes dizzily and stared at her, confused. “Didn’t I say I wanted to cum?” she inquired. Duncan’s eyes widened, a look of disgrace crossed his face.
“I’m sorry Princess, I got excited.”
“It’s fine. We’ll talk about that later.” Courtney patted his head then went to work unhooking her bra. She gave Duncan a moment to admire the cinnamon colored globes and deep pink nipples. “Lick them.” She commanded him. He was all too willing to comply, swirling his tongue around the areola and nibbling the nipple. She sighed.
Courtney worked on impaling herself on Duncan’s thick cock, angling herself on the shaft so that each time she moved it was hit her G-spot and clitoris. She placed her hands on his chest for better balance while he cupped her breasts.
She bit her lip as Duncan suckled her breasts. His piercing hit her G-spot every time. She had never thought she’d find a penis ring sexy but she was loving it! Courtney moved faster, feeling her orgasm welling up insider her. Duncan moaned into her chest, his cock twitched with pleasure inside her. The tip of the ring grazed her cervix, causing her to squeal with pleasure.
“Move with me.” She ordered him suddenly. Duncan obeyed. Releasing her breasts he wrapped his hands around her waist, thrusting up inside her with abandon. Her breath came out faster and her heartbeat sped up.
“Oh my God!” Duncan moaned in her ear.
His voice was all she needed to reach the pinnacle. Her pussy began to spasm radically. Trembling with vibrations of pleasure, she clenched around Duncan’s cock. Courtney’s unbearable tightness made him scream and bringing his own orgasm to fruition he came inside her, coating her sugar walls with his salty juices as her climax finally came to a wavering close.
She rolled off of him and onto the dock. She was still wearing her damn sandals. Their clothes were everywhere. If anyone were to walk into the boathouse right now they would be in major trouble. Hell, they’d probably be sent straight to the Dock of Shame and Boat of Losers.
Duncan sighed sweetly and rolled into her. This boy was so different from the Duncan she was used to and she really didn’t mind it at all. His head on her chest he looked up at her with admiration in his eyes and she found that she didn’t care what happened at Camp Wawanakwa, as long as she got to be with Duncan. She kissed his forehead gently and he closed his eyes, exhaling softly. It was amazing what a good beating and some great sex could do to someone.
It looked to Courtney as if she had just bagged herself a bad boy.
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