100 Nights of Forbidden Fire
“You are a little slut, aren’t you? Good God, I whip you raw, and you still want to fuck me.”
He lowered the whip, running the handle across my clit, a blunt and rough caress that made my juices leak from my cunt, then down to my pussy, pausing at the entrance. He pushed the handle in, just a little, then began to thrust, an inch at a time, using the solid, blunt object to penetrate me. I pushed back in a desperate, lustful motion, my hips bucking against the whip, wishing, praying that it was him instead. He laughed harshly when he felt my wetness and pulled the handle away.
“No, no. I see now that whipping you isn’t a punishment. You’ll fuck anything that moves, won’t you?”
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