Sunday, 11 September 2011

Forced

"God help you if you stop", he said.

"I am leaving now but when I come back, you better still be touching yourself. I don't care if you're tired, whiny bitch. I want you to keep fucking your cunt with your fingers, toys, what-have-you until I come back and not a moment less", he had started with.

And that's (part of) the story of why my pussy lips are feeling sore today. How was your saturday night?

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