Opensesame54321
Lost in Limbo
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Her breast ached, feeling heavy and stinging. Her body tensed, quivering to his lash. How could something like this take her breath away, make her skin ache and burn? Make her buttocks clench, her back arch. The tapping of that whip, taking away all thought until she was stretched there before this man black as night, this man tall with a deep voice that burned into her brain. Her hips presenting her sex to him, opening and revealing herself. And inside her, the drug hummed, singing a song that had become almost like an old friend.
The puddle of desire between legs grew, that white cream stinging those red stripes decorating the insides of her thighs. Again and again the whip lashed her sex, her body humming, the desire reaching a crescendo. Still she waited. Her body gleamed from the perspiration that decorated her body.
Come for me my sweet blue eyed whore!
She screamed, her body shaking, the creamy dew rolled down her thighs. The rhythm of her hips fucking air, accepting the lash as the new cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the current of sex ran though her body.
That’s a good little whore Miss Applegate.
And to her surprise his words excited her, enflamed her, made her climax again and again and again until she collapsed, splayed and draped, decorated with hundreds of the red stripes all over her body. She twitched, exhausted, having cum more times that she thought possible. And yet, she still craved more, her body now a machine needing sex.
The puddle of desire between legs grew, that white cream stinging those red stripes decorating the insides of her thighs. Again and again the whip lashed her sex, her body humming, the desire reaching a crescendo. Still she waited. Her body gleamed from the perspiration that decorated her body.
Come for me my sweet blue eyed whore!
She screamed, her body shaking, the creamy dew rolled down her thighs. The rhythm of her hips fucking air, accepting the lash as the new cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the current of sex ran though her body.
That’s a good little whore Miss Applegate.
And to her surprise his words excited her, enflamed her, made her climax again and again and again until she collapsed, splayed and draped, decorated with hundreds of the red stripes all over her body. She twitched, exhausted, having cum more times that she thought possible. And yet, she still craved more, her body now a machine needing sex.