His hand in her hair, cruelly arching her back, just made her hotter, and she felt herself spill over the edge into orgasm as he cam inside her, his hot cum splashing into her back passage. She was so distracted she didn’t even hear Lt. She was positively desperate to be fucked! It was very strange, and Peaches couldn’t decide whether she liked it or not – though of course, that wouldn’t make any difference, she knew! But he still liked to check, and there was no way this response was fake. Now her voice was high and husky, the way the Prince – her first owner – had liked it. Yes, he was a stranger, yes, he would be at best inconsiderate, and at worst calculatingly sadistic and cruel, and yes, he no doubt saw her as nothing more than a sex toy; Peaches didn’t care. She looked like what she was: a human being trained, taught, dressed – packaged!
