Chapter Eleven
Salon styled hair had given way to tangled cables of pink stained curly clued blonde ropes. Beads of cold sweat colonized Cora’s body, ejaculate bubbles dripped from her nose, and lines of milky white c*m cream glazed her face like vanilla pudding. Her ordeal had been so awful, had lasted so long, and was so exciting, she told herself, still rational, but ready to give herself over to slumber.
Harry had wrapped her n*****s with pink thread, shelved her breasts above and below with balsam slats, swaddled them together with shrink wrap and added heat. From his father’s store of s****l devices, the one he raided the day he caught Cora m**********g, Harry took KY lubricating ointment, greased her front and rear openings and inserted fillers. He fingered wireless vibrating ball
