Tanner smirked wildly at how wet she had gotten so easily. He could definitely use that to his advantage. But before he could get anywhere else Charlotte had kneed him in the crotch, making him go down fast. "Fuck," he groaned, his hands instantly grabbing onto himself as he rolled into a fetal position onto the floor. Everyone always thought men over reacted when it came to someone or something colliding with their nut sack or penis, but that shit really did fucking hurt. After Tanner regained his composer he growled and got up, going over to the bathroom door and trying to open it. He huffed when he discovered it locked, pounding on the door. "You better fucking open this door right now!" He commanded, pissed off. He had a temper, that was for sure. He didn't like it when his toys disobeyed. He especially didn't like it when they kneed him in his family jewels.
(sure! I'll let you start it since you have an idea then.
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