No no no… Indian sex “One more question. He was free of restraints now, but he’d been ordered into a planking position by his Mistress. She didn’t hate him. ARRRRGHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Her words carved into him like a surgeon’s scalpel. Ana grasped her strapon and glided her hand up and down. How much personal suffering would ever balance out those scales? She gripped his hips fiercely and shafted him with vigor, the giant rubber scrotum of her massive strapon pummeling Jake’s tortured ball-sack painfully. Ana’s throaty laugh filled the room as she rifled through her supplies. In a society ruled by psychopaths, Jacob was a god. Ana tossed her crop on the bondage table. Deserved. They contained the slightest highlights of teal blue. Miss Snow says we can adjourn for a while whenever you’d like.”
“No, I’d like to get in a few more before lunch.
