Heartstrings
Her body ached and her wails filled the four walls.
“You leave me no choice, Grace. First, you try to run away, then you disrespect me in front of my guests, and now you’re seducing me? What a filthy little whore you are. Ready to please her master,” Grace froze at his words but soon a yelp escaped her lips with a jolt as Azrael pushed his two fingers into her open pussy lips.
Grace whimpered, rocking against his hand as he forcefully pull them in and out of her. Her tightness amazed him as he grabbed her hair with his other hand and slammed her face first on the bed, her wails muffled by thick pillow covers.
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