Spicy Lollipop: 30 different short erotica.
His extremely deep voice was so piercing it sent jolts of ecstasy between my legs.
“I—” My voice trailed off as I cried, a mixture of pain and pleasure, “I’m sorry, Master.” I apologized, my lips quivering and my body burning with liquified fire.
YES. YES. YES. MORE. I WANT MORE.
Every day of my life has been filled with nothing but boredom and the only excitement I got was from sick p**n and masturbation.
Each time I see the girl on the other end of the brutality, my urge becomes uncontrollable, I wanted to be that girl, the one that gets dominated, raped and used for the satisfaction of her dom.