“Light….!”
In years of her time trained in the room, Abigail never once knows that it has a light, even though it was dimmed and reddish in colour that makes the room feels more terrifying and terrorizing then when it was completely dark….
And now, she was there, seated on the floor, with legs parted, her elbow supported her body, her brow furrowed, her expression between lust, embarrassed, pain, as she feels the tip of her master’s Shinai presses against the fabric of her skinsuit, which now slides a little bit into her already damp labia….
“Why are you here, Abigail…?” Dorian asked, pressing his sword a little harder against the girl’s skinsuit covered labia….
Abigail was silent, but her face shows the man her desperation, longing, needs…. As he moves the tip of his Shinai to the s
