The Taste of Submission
I slowly lifted one hand to my neck, my fingers tracing the sensitive skin there, but I couldn't stop reading.
"Then I would bend her over and fuck her raw until she screams she belongs to me alone, filling her deep with load after load so she cannot forget who bred her."
A soft whimper came out of me before I could even stop it. My fingers trembled on my neck and my other hand gripped my thighs, digging in slightly.
Heat flooded my face because I could feel how soaked my panties were getting, the dampness spreading through the fabric and leaving me embarrassingly exposed.