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Like a whore

Like a degraded sex pet The kind ears a collar and kneels at her master’s feet

Exactly what she didn’t want to be

And she was right Erick turned her to face away from him and shoved her torso over, so she stood, bent at the waist, her long hair falling down around her ankles Her aching nipples brushed against her thighs

He reed the thick head through her juices

She pushed back at the delicious contact “Yes, please,” she moaned

He cursed and thrust, ith

It was perfect and not enough, and she had exactly zero control or leverage in the position Erick put her in She had no choice but to let hi her bound wrists, he yanked her back onto his cock then released her forward He continued, using gravity and her are her

“Are you sorry, pet?”

“Yes!” she wailed, even though she didn’t knohat she should be sorry for She

needed release, needed satisfaction

“Sorry for punishing ht between my need to make you happy and my need to protect you?”

She surrendered codoll veck-toy for her ined possible “Erick,” she choked

He released her wrists and changed his grip to her hips, holding her immobile as he pistoned in and out of her

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her head bobbing at her ankles as he beat his cock into her “Yes, Master”