Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

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The couple was pressed against the back wall in the darkest part of the courtyard. His hand up under her skirt and her mouth on his ear, no doubt begging for it: demanding his thick cock, which appeared in a flash, then disappeared as quickly up into her. Donny watched it all from the security room pivoting the camera to frame the guy’s rock hard ass as he thrust into her. Donny licked his palm and rubbed the hot knob of his dick. He hissed, jerked, groaned, oblivious of the blinking red light of the camera behind him, recording.

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My nom de plume is Benji Bright and I’m an erotica writer. I write the kind of smut that I like to read: hot, whimsical, occasionally thoughtful, and sometimes just plain silly. Outside of writing I’m a film buff, a music lover, and an RPG addict. Also I’m a real person: so feel free to contact me.

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