“Like that, didn’t you, whore?”
I sobbed and looked away. XXNX “Please, I—”
He slapped me hard across the face. He loosened his grip slightly, but he didn’t let go. He pinched down hard, twisting and stretching. Soon there were hands everywhere: fondling my tits, my ass, my cunt. Master reminded me that there were thirty-six fraternities on campus. My Master leered at me with the glint in his eye he has when I am in pain. He either did it deliberately, or it was an unlikely accident, but the panty’s crotch ended up against my tongue, and I could taste myself. The president yanked my legs farther apart and dripped some cool lube on my asshole. Read 35214 times |
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