Endless Explosions: A Marathon of Cumshots

But I didn’t. Beeg I used to hold my hands in front of me, attempting to conceal my nakedness, my dignity, but there was no room for shame as his slave. At least I got lube. His house, then, I supposed. This morning seemed an awfully long time ago. At least when I was being used I knew I was useful. I didn’t respond as I was handled and I swear to God someone checked me for a pulse. I was coated in cum. He walked off again, fast, and I struggled to keep up, tottering on stilettos. What do you think I want to do?’
‘Torture me.

Endless Explosions: A Marathon of Cumshots

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