“Ohhhhhmygaawwwwwwwww….” Her eyes were starting to close.
“Look at me!” he barked angrily.
Her eyes shot open, while he reached out to her with evil intent.
Something new happened as that evil skirted like a playful nymph about her body. Come for me more. Take me. Consume me. Drive me down. The messages in her brain couldn’t have been more clear. If she could have spoken, this was what she would have said. But her thoughts fled, words disappeared; it became just Alain and Meri and the bloody whip making marks that would take days to heal.
Suddenly, he was on her, pressing his fingers into her dripping p***y.
Coming. She began to come and couldn’t stop. Endless. Reckless. Thrashing back and forth, eternally grateful for her master. For Alain. For Captain Danvers. Her husband to be. All
