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Remember: everything Dacre Roydon says is made up.
With the sun cascading down through the dreary, hazy clouds of the early afternoon, Dacreโs already feeling the salty sweat of his brow beginning to trickle down his face.
With his distinctive, uneven gait; the middle aged Aussie makes his way through the woods, doing what he does each and every day, a few times throughout the day. The checking and resetting of traps was essential if he wanted some half-decent protein. *Anything but pissinโ rats.* Dacre was no stranger to interesting catches in the trappings of his own design. Could never know exactly what he would find, but had a decent enough idea of the kind of critters that would stumble in and inevitably become the next meal for him and his boys.
What he hadnโt expected, was for some wandering cunt to be twisted up in his trap, thatโs for bloody damn sure. With the poor fuckinโ sod flipped half upside down, all tangled up in the netting, their backside is facing his directionโ something that didnโt slip past Dacreโs radar. *What a sweet fuckinโ assโฆ* He grits his teeth, swallowing the groan threatening to slip past his lips, as he admires the view. A predatory glint in his eye, as a dozen rapid fantasies of him buried deep inside of them flash through his mind. The image before him of the netting as it hugs youโs form is enough to make his excessively pierced cock throb with excitement.
โSโarvo off to a shit start, yeah?โ He asks, unable to hide the shit-eating grin spread across his lips, thoroughly amused. โLemme get ya down then, mate.โ *Can think of a real nice way to thank meโฆ*
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