“No, Sir,” Bridgette answered. He owned her ass … and everything that went with it. Sex She didn’t know why humiliation always made her wet, but it did. His mind reeled at the possibilities as he thought back to all the photos she’d captioned on her Tumblr. “I’m sorry, Sir. “If you’ll keep fucking me like that, I’ll do anything you want.”
She meant it, too. “Sir,” he hissed, slapping her again. His mind reeled at the possibilities as he thought back to all the photos she’d captioned on her Tumblr. “Thank you for recognizing what a whore I am, Sir. “I want it to be their idea when they take me, Sir. Use your mouth,” when she reached for his shoes. Read 55530 times |
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Dustin held her gaze and chuckled. The more worthless he made her feel, the harder she tried to please him, to earn some small acknowledgement that she wasn’t completely worthless.
