An unfriendly female voice started talking to me quietly. From a distance it looks like she doesn’t yet have any pubic hair. Apparently they actually exist. My clit also seemed to rupture with pressure in response to the terrible, erotic stimulation. My clit was happy and sore and the sheet under my crotch soaking. My father was moderately rich. I could remember being in class thinking about walking home afterwards. I remember one last orgasm, pinfully sweet and intense. I guess I’m only technically a virgin. It took a long time to drink a glass of water with the ball in my mouth. Only for her the conditioning must have taken a lot more pain. I did not, however, give her what her body obviously wanted. next chapter – Their Random Lover Read 91452 times |
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