“My safe word is blueberry,” Olivia whispers, bending to reach Alexis’s ear as she stares at Olivia’s clean shaven pussy. Porn sex “Yes Lexi?” Lindsey replies groggily, rising from the couch. “Y-ye-yes,” Alexis stammers, fighting through pain and lust. Shame towards feeling happy, shame towards wanting to be loved, and a nagging disgustedness that she has and is brought low by her emotions. Alexis reached for her notepad, quill in hand. Olivia flips the knife, her hand holding the blade, and whispers demandingly, “the only sounds I want out of you are moans and the words ‘yes Mistress’. 30 minutes later, Olivia is grabbing a bottle of rum and a bottle of scotch, and is fumbling with the cabinet lock. “Did we do what I think we did last night,” Olivia asks groggily. “But that’s nothing compared to what I want to do to you,” she concludes, biting down on Olivia’s exposed neck, and is met with a cacophony of moans when she begins grinding her teeth against the tender flesh. Olivia’s hand finds the knife, and she rolls Alexis onto her back, growling like a tiger.
