Sniffing very hard, Oba tried to clear her head and very much liked what she was seeing. She knew within the instant that the s****l utopia she was experiencing with Mal’s girl and what that promised we’re endless in their scope.
Pouting, quite naturally, Mandal’s lips, already bruised and swollen formed a little oval, as she whispered. “What are you waiting for? Please, Oba, please f**k me.”
“We’ve created a monster. Oh my.” Oba said through a wry smile as she felt a tiny sensory rumble through her loins.
A little more pout goes a long way when you’re the sexiest biatch on the planet and somehow Mandal knew this.
“You have no f*****g idea.” She growled.
Oba tilted her head, looked at her pouting and thought for a moment.
“The world of bondage, slaves, masters, head masks and everyth
