“Am I fucking wicked?” he whispered, “how do you like having a demon for a lover?” I whimpered and struggled, being scared that he would hurt me and make me bleed, for that he was so large
Doggystyle Virgin. I felt my muscles contracting, tightening, ready to die, and he pulled my head back further, thrusting my breasts aloft, and dripped the hot smoldering wax from the candle between them, trickling slowly down my chest, leaving a fiery trail and sizzling heat, then all of a sudden, without warning, I grew frenzied with another orgasm, and unconstrained my tenseness, arching my back further, and grinding my hips harder into his stomach. I he rammed it back into me, all the way this time, then took it back out
. . "
The evening meal was equally succulent and gay, quite as lubricious as ever, and was followed by orgies in the course of which an abundance of little infamies were perpetrated
“Am I fucking wicked?” he whispered, “how do you like having a demon for a lover?” I whimpered and struggled, being scared that he would hurt me and make me bleed, for that he was so large
Doggystyle Virgin. I felt my muscles contracting, tightening, ready to die, and he pulled my head back further, thrusting my breasts aloft, and dripped the hot smoldering wax from the candle between them, trickling slowly down my chest, leaving a fiery trail and sizzling heat, then all of a sudden, without warning, I grew frenzied with another orgasm, and unconstrained my tenseness, arching my back further, and grinding my hips harder into his stomach. I he rammed it back into me, all the way this time, then took it back out
. . "
The evening meal was equally succulent and gay, quite as lubricious as ever, and was followed by orgies in the course of which an abundance of little infamies were perpetrated
“Am I fucking wicked?” he whispered, “how do you like having a demon for a lover?” I whimpered and struggled, being scared that he would hurt me and make me bleed, for that he was so large
Doggystyle Virgin. I felt my muscles contracting, tightening, ready to die, and he pulled my head back further, thrusting my breasts aloft, and dripped the hot smoldering wax from the candle between them, trickling slowly down my chest, leaving a fiery trail and sizzling heat, then all of a sudden, without warning, I grew frenzied with another orgasm, and unconstrained my tenseness, arching my back further, and grinding my hips harder into his stomach. I he rammed it back into me, all the way this time, then took it back out
. . "
The evening meal was equally succulent and gay, quite as lubricious as ever, and was followed by orgies in the course of which an abundance of little infamies were perpetrated
Veronica Leal & Charlie Dean in Exhibitionist Executive, Scene #01