“Fill me up.” It was a command, not a request. She writhes, savoring every drop, a mix of pleasure and atonement in her moans. This is how the naughty get even — deep and messy.
“Fill me up.” It was a command, not a request. She writhes, savoring every drop, a mix of pleasure and atonement in her moans. This is how the naughty get even — deep and messy.