Please, you have to believe me!”
There was another loud WHOOSH of the whip, and this time the five tendrils lashed at her exposed sex. Anal sex Why?!” The rhetorical question hung like anguish in the air. “Mmm. He was built like a man’s man. Sven’s cock slammed deep into her pussy, only his testicles showing as he sheathed himself in her flesh. The girl squealed with lust. That was what she wanted to say, but of course she couldn’t—not with that awful gag stuffing her mouth…and now it was too late. For a brief, precious time, his fingers were like a balm on her pussy, caressing her joy nub. For a brief, precious time, his fingers were like a balm on her pussy, caressing her joy nub. The whoosh of the leather, her muscles tensing up for the blow, and then her petite figure writhing in her bonds as the sting smote her tits. “Please Jake.”
She thought she saw a twinge of uncertainty in Jake’s eyes, but then it vanished. When I write these fantasies I imagine myself as the girl being forced to submit, and that more than
