Chapter Twenty One
Oliver laid on his back in his bed with his knees drawn up to his chest. In that position it was easy for the pretty switchgirl Tis to f**k him with the smooth carved horn artificial phallus she wore. There was an elaborate arrangement of leather straps around her hips and buttocks holding the tool in place. The girl’s t**s were barely bigger than Oliver, but that didn’t stop him from reaching up and rolling her small n*****s between his fingers. She didn’t seem to mind—but neither did she seem to enjoy the attention. He liked the feeling of Tis using her special c**k on his ass. It was s*x unlike any other and Oliver was always looking for a new and more exciting way to survive life.
While she f****d him, she also kept her hand busy on Oliver’s erect c**k. She wasn’t
