“I am Mandy’s slut,” she whispered, her voice growing stronger with each repetition. Anal sex Fran’s blindfold remained in place, heightening her other senses. “Someone who’ll appreciate all those curves you’re fighting so hard to keep hidden.” His grip tightened, and he slapped a rough piece of fabric over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. The redhead’s back arched, a scream of pleasure tearing from her throat as Mandy’s tongue swirled and flicked, her teeth grazing the sensitive bud. The collar was a symbol of their new dynamic, a declaration of ownership that sent a shiver down Fran’s spine. The brunette’s cock was hard and demanding, a symbol of the power she now wielded over her. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he sneered, his breath reeking of ale and lust. And who knows, maybe you’ll get a taste of your own medicine.” She leaned in for another kiss, her tongue probing Fran’s mouth with an urgency that seemed to demand an answer.
