He knew every word that she wanted. She gladly pay for each one.
You could sting her flesh as long as you kissed her mind.
See who else is being Wicked this Wednesday
His bare feet padded back and forth. His station was spread out all over the room. Gagged and blindfolded, she could still hear. His footsteps were the only warning that she had. She. Just. Ached. The stingy and the thuddy were gone.
There wasn’t a piece of flesh to mark that hadn’t already started showing its colors. Now we’re done with the first set of tears. There was new life in him. Now on to the sobbing.
He was getting to the real root of his work. Rip. It. Open.
The padding of his feet became a distant sound. He was hitting her faster. Harder. She couldn’t keep up. She was about to cum.