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Ma’am made me into a common street rat whore

Fishnet, latex and a whip

They met at a club, and he was immediately taken with her. Over the months he began to feel the need to be with her more, to touch her, to smell her, to be near her. She was perfect for him… intelligent, talented, sweet, sexy, sensual, and giving. He could see the danger behind those eyes, the twinkling light that was unmistaken but he could not stop himself. He let himself sink deeper and deeper into her and couldn’t help falling for her. And now tightly bound and stuck in the bathtub the dirty little bitch that was him had nowhere to go…

HIGH HEELS LOCKING BELT
HIGH HEELS LOCKING BELT

She had coaxed him into coming over after work and prepared dinner. While they sat cuddled on the couch afterward watching television she told him she had a surprise for him and disappeared down the hall and into the bedroom. She had been gone for a while, and he started to wonder, walking down the hall listening trying to figure out where she had gone, and he heard nothing. He continued to the bedroom where he knocked lightly calling out to her after no response. He opened the door thinking she may have gotten into the shower and couldn’t hear him.

He called out again and walked through the door, looking around the bedroom and into the bathroom as she walked up behind from the closet smiling. She said ”Hello love, I see you couldn’t wait for your surprise.”’ He startled a bit and turned facing her, the words caught in his throat as he tried to explain. She smiled sweetly at him and tilted her head to the side, pouting her lip a bit she said: “I was really hoping you might be interested in playing a little game with me.” He smiled back and tucked his hands into his pockets shyly ducking his head down as he knew what that look meant.

She was a very sexual woman and insatiable in bed, pushing him further each and every time they were together introducing him to new things. She was strong and powerful and sometimes scared him a bit when she was in the midst of passion but he would never admit it.

From behind her back, she pulled a couple of strands of rope and wrapped them around her hands, then over his head and encircling his body. She pulled him close and looked up into his face, her eyes twinkling and bright. “You know I would really like to tie you up.” “Up for something different and exciting?” she asked.

He looked down at her and swallowed hard as his mouth hung slightly open, not knowing what to say. And she smiled bigger as she saw his ears and face start to redden and could feel his hardness against her. “I will take that and this,” her hand rubbing against his hard cock, “as a yes.”

She walked him back towards her bed and lay the rope down, and removed his clothes. Then she stripped herself down to her panties and purposely brushed against him as she did so, letting him feel her warm soft skin graze against his own. She took the rope and surrounded his chest, expertly cinching it down and then up around his neck finally capturing his arms against his body, and his wrists together bound behind him. His face filled with uncertainty as the shock shown in his face. He had no idea what he was in for.

She asked him to stand, and he hesitated, a little panic spreading through him, and she smiled at him again. “Don’t worry love, I have done this before and have gotten quite good at it.” “Your not afraid of little ol’ me are you?” “I promise this will be an experience you will never forget” And he stood slowly, his pride getting the best of him. She was a tiny woman, and just that, a woman, what could she do that he could not stop if he didn’t like it.

She continued the rope around his waist and up one leg then the other side creating a harness then led the rope back up to his hands and tied it off. “Oh! You know what would be fun? If we were to do it in the shower with you bound!” smiling and giggling as she said it. He started to shake his head no and she looked at him, sweetly pouting “Please, it would make me very happy to try?”

He sighed knowing he couldn’t say no to her, and she smiled at him, a small smile…with a glint in her eye. She grabbed more rope from the bed that had been lain out and she pulled on the rope around his chest leading him into the bathroom. He started thinking to himself as she led him in, that it wasn’t so bad, nothing was uncomfortable and she was happy. It could be worse than having a beautiful woman tie you up and want to have sex with you.

She led him over to the tub and asked him to get in and he carefully stepped in as told. She asked him to sit and he did so. She looked at him and smiled, “Ok, now I am going to tie your legs for just a few minutes.” “Let you have the whole experience before I have my way with you.” Her sweet silken voice lingering in the air as he sat there and shook his head ok as he resigned to let her do what she wanted. His cock now hard again and dripping as she squatted and tied his thighs together then his calves and onto his ankles, leading the rope back up to his chest and pulling it as it drew up his knees to his upper body in a sitting fetal position.

She stood outside the tub and smiled down at him, and then sat down in her chair next to it. She crossed her arms and giggled at him, “Now your all mine, and can’t possibly do a thing but struggle a bit.” She spoke to him and reached over to the vanity and pulled out a nail file and started filing her nails.

“You know I have to confess that I have been manipulating you with this sweet little act love.” “I am not as sweet as you may think I am, and as a matter of fact can be quite a bitch when I want to be.” “And you my love, are going to have plenty of time to experience that because you’re not going anywhere unless I let you.” He looked at her and started laughing at her and finally said, “Wow, you must have practiced that a lot, that was great!” “You had me convinced for a minute!”

She tilted her head to the side again and raised her eyebrow, file now pointing at him as she spoke with a look of serious malice. “You are now my slave, you will do as you’re told or pay the consequences, and believe me, you really don’t want me to get ugly.” He looked at her and she stared back at him, and the smile left his face along with the façade of sweetness that he had known of her.

He struggled but couldn’t go anywhere except to tilt to either side of the tub and she laughed at his attempts. He started to panic and then started to scream, and she looked at him and laughed more. And after trying to catch his breath in between screams she said “Really? Are you seriously going to scream like a little bitch? I didn’t tell you I was going to kill you, you little pussy.”

“However you continue all that fucking noise and the thought might cross my mind.” He looked at her, the sweat gleaming on his skin from all the commotion. “You’re a psycho bitch!” She smiled sweetly at him and left the room as he continued to holler after her, asking where she was going and to let him out.

She came back with a piece of leather with a red ball attached to it, and he looked at her confused. She smiled and moved towards him and he sank back as far he could away from her, his body slipping down into the tub. She grabbed him by the hair and yanked him up as he screamed out in pain and captured his head between her knees as she stepped into the tub. Her knees were like a vice and the pressure points in his temples shot with pain as she stuffed the ball in his mouth in the middle of his cry out and tightly strapped it around his neck.

He pulled against her and she released his head, pushing him to the side of the tub as she stepped out, his head banging onto the tile and making his vision blurry for a moment. He looked at her and blinked his eyes and tried pushing the gag out of his mouth, but the straps just bit into him more as he did so. He tried screaming again, but it was muffled and she reached down and slapped him across the face. “Will you just shut the fuck up!” “You’re giving me headache with all that nonsense!” And he looked at her with wide eyes and unbelieving that she had struck him.

She smiled again and said “You can make this much easier on yourself if you just do what I ask.” “You do want that sweet girl back don’t you?” He continued to stare at her not knowing how to react and she sat back down in the chair. “Now we’re going to make you pretty…” reaching over and opening her makeup case, she retrieved small compacts and arranged them on the counter in front of her.

She reached over for his face and he winced, and she smiled. “Come now love, as long as you behave I won’t have to hit you again.” “Be a sweet boy and give me your face.” He looked up at her the tears starting to form in his eyes as he finally absorbed what she intended to do to him.

She took the makeup and started applying it to his face, but it was not a good makeup job. She painted his handsome face like a common street rat whore, degrading him as she did so, covering it in black eye shadow, mascara, pink blush and bright red lipstick badly applied to his lips surrounding the gag.

He sank with embarrassment and pain crept into his eyes. She looked at her handy work and put everything away and wiped her hands off. “Now see you act like a whiny little bitch and this is what happens.” “He shrank down further as the tears slipped down his face and he wondered what happened, what he did to her to deserve this.

“And you know what happens to dirty little bitches don’t you?” “They get used, abused, and kept in their place where they need to be.” She looked down and could see his cock through the opening between his thighs and she spoke and laughed. “You know for someone who looks so miserable, you sure as hell could have fooled me according to your dick.”

“You’re enjoying this much more than you’re leading on and I can see it.” He ducked his head more and started sobbing into his knees as he clenched his knees together. The drool and snot streamed down his face and legs as he cried.

“Ok, princess, enough of the crying, look at you, your filthy, covered in snot and drool and a mess. How am I supposed to be turned on and use you looking like that?” She leaned over and turned on the water, it was freezing against his hot skin as it seeped beneath him. His body trying to move away from it as it filled the tub.

She turned on the warm water after a few minutes and smiled as his body relaxed a bit. She let him get used to it and then turned on the shower and he shook his head as the water came down on him. “Well we have to have you clean from head to toe, you didn’t think I was going to give you a sponge bath did you?”

His body and the ropes that bound him soaked through as the hard stream of water pummeled him, trying to catch his breath through his gagged mouth and nose, he choked slightly. She reached over as he pulled away and she forced his head forward even more as he struggles against her, only to have her take the showerhead in hand and spray it directly in his face where he could not getaway.

Filthy, desperate, and succumbed to submission to the evil bitch who held him captive, hard and dripping despite the suffering he endured. The streaks of makeup running in streams down his face as she chided and humiliated him, her giggles resounding off the shower walls like broken glass in his ear, his manhood stripped and psyche made vulnerable and exposed like his body.

His eyes burning and blurry, he tried to clear his vision looking for the woman that tempted him, tricked him into trusting her, enslaving him body and soul. The devil with red hair, her sweet voice drawing him in like the pied piper, an enchanting witch filling his head with tastes and glimpses of the forbidden.

Stirring the passion and need in his gut and between his legs like a starving animal in search of food and now he was desperate to please her, to feel that sweetness once more, he fought with himself as he wanted her to just take him. He just wants to lose himself in her and forget about this ugly predicament.

She moves into the tub with him, removing her panties and tossing them to the floor, standing over his helpless body. Scaling the sides of the tub she looks down on him like an Amazon, her legs parted and on either side of him, his eyes wide but submissive as she searches them. Her eyebrow arches and an evil smile spreads across her face as she moves forward, pinning his head up and against the shower wall and his body with her legs.

The rope becomes tighter against him as she pushes him back, the goosebumps spreading across his skin from the chill of the air, the water no longer running. She asks him if he is cold and he slowly nods his head, she smiles again and tells him, “Well let’s warm you up then” and suddenly he feels wet warmth cover him, her golden nectar covering his face, his head, his body. Her scent marking him, intoxicating him, as it fills his nostrils and finds its way onto his tongue as he gasps for air.

“Mmmm, like that did you?” “I knew you were a dirty boy.” She smiles at herself and his reaction. She pulls his head up and plants his face nose-first in her pussy and says, “Clean it up!” He tries to comply as he is told but cannot get his tongue past the ballgag and he whimpers slightly.

She pushes his head back, “Worthless little bitch aren’t you!” “I’ll have to do it myself then.” She steps down and turns on the water as she washes, looking at him as he sits in the puddle of lingering water, piss, and precum in the bottom of the tub. He blinks through the smeared makeup and her fluids covering his eyes trying to see what she is doing.

She washes up and gets out of the tub grabbing a towel and starts to dry herself. He sits quietly head bowed sweetly, and she smiles again at him. She knew she had broken him, he was hers, he would now do whatever was asked of him to have her be kind once more. She stepped over and sat beside the tub on the chair as she lathered her favorite lotion on her well-toned legs and dainty feet.

She spoke to him sweetly once again as she finished the rest of her body, “Now love, I am going to untie you and dry you off.” “Your going to be a good boy or it will be worse than before and you don’t want that do you?” He lifted his head slightly and shook it in a silent no. And she patted his leg, “Good boy, now we have an understanding.”

She reaches over and grabs another towel and lays it on the seat she was sitting on and kneels down beside the tub. She unties the rope around his legs, and stops and looks at him, his head still hung low. She hesitates for another moment and questions whether he is going to struggle or fight. She stops second-guessing herself and follows her gut. She had taken plenty of time to get to know him. She was certain he wouldn’t, he loved her and had fallen hard for her, and she had him where she wanted him.

All of his actions had shown her that his desire to please her came before his own desires. As much as he tried to convince her otherwise at times, all she had to was give him that look and he gave in, that sweet smile and a slight look of displeasure and he would do anything in his power to make it happen for her. A perfect plaything he would be, and he would thrive in her cruelty even more. She would take everything from him that he had known as himself and train him to focus completely on her and her desires, her needs. Break him down slowly, completely, and build him back up again.

She finished removing the rope and grabbed the towel off the chair. Slowly she dried him, the sweet musky smell of her urine lingering on him. “You’re going to wear my scent, to remind you who you belong to now,” And continued to dry his face tilting it up to look in his eyes. His eyes… glassy and bloodshot from the tears, urine, makeup and water, meek and lost within himself as they stared back at her. She smiled at him, a genuinely warm smile. She truly did adore him or he wouldn’t be here or with her at all. She just needed to change his focus more to her liking and he would be just fine.

She took the rope and tossed it onto a towel she had laid in the bottom of the tub making a mental note to have him take it to the laundry later. Standing she spoke to him and handed him the towel she had used to dry him, “Stand up and finish drying yourself, I am going into the bedroom and will be waiting for you on the bed.” “You are to come out and kneel before me when you are through, do you understand?”

He looked up at her, towel in hand, and shook his head slowly yes. “From now on you will refer to me only as Ma’am, do you understand that?” He again shook his head slowly yes, and a small whimper escaped his lips, “Yes, Ma’am.” She smiled and said, “Good, now that I have told you once I won’t have to tell you again.”

She bent over and picked up the panties she had discarded and laid them on the chair. “Put these on when you are done,” He looked at her and lowered his eyes, his head sinking down once more like a scolded puppy with his tail tucked and another whispered “Yes Ma’am” escaped his lips. She walked out of the room and over to her dresser, pulled out a pair of clean panties and bustier and got dressed, she sat on the end of her bed waiting for him.

He slowly emerged from the bathroom his head still down as he started to cross the room. His hands clasped in front of him apparently that he was trying to shield the view of her white lacey panties he was wearing. Her voice stopped him in his tracks, “Stop where you are and get on all fours.” “I want you to crawl to me.” He looked at her and slowly sank to his knees and then onto his hands, still looking in her eyes but he didn’t move.

He closed his eyes and lowered his head, tears forming again and he just wanted to curl up into a ball. “Come now love, you do know how to crawl don’t you?” she chided. “Or do you need a little more motivation?” He opened his eyes and took a deep breath willing himself forward, knowing that the motivation she would give him would not be pleasant and he began to crawl to her.

He had a nice lean long body, well-toned and slightly muscular, and he reminded her of a panther as he crawled towards her, his pantied ass nice and round and more visible as he came closer. She moaned slightly as her eyes swept over his body, her own clean panties becoming wet with need as she watched him.

There was something about having someone on all fours that brought out the incredible need in her to mount them. That insatiable animal lust she had ached in her gut and she took a deep breath pushing it to the side for the moment as he stopped at her feet. “Kneel up” she commanded and he did as he was told. She told him to scoot a little closer and she lifted her foot, trailing her dainty toes across his chest. “Now your going to thank me” “Thank me for not drowning you and putting you out of your miserable existence.”

He looked at her, a twinge of sadness lingering there, and thought went across his mind. She could have killed me. She could have if she wanted to, but she didn’t. And he was thankful for that, no matter how deranged he thought she was he knew there was something left of that sweet woman he loved.

He began to speak, “Than..” she stopped him before he finished, her toes pressed against his lips and she said, “You can thank me by worshipping my feet, kiss them, make love to them with your mouth. Make me believe how thankful you are.” He loved her feet, they were soft and pretty, well taken care of, and her pretty toes always skillfully painted.

He had kissed them before after rubbing them several times before but never done as she had asked and he felt a strange stirring in his gut even through his despair of the situation at hand. He kissed the toes that covered his lips softly and then raised his hands to capture her foot in them, supporting her leg. He slowly planted more kisses and slightly parted his lips tasting her skin and looked up into her face and she said “Now that’s my good little boy.”

“Suck on my toes, but be careful of your teeth.” He took each toe into his mouth as instructed, surrounding them with its wetness and caressing them with his tongue. He felt himself harden and the ache growing stronger in his gut. He continued to worship her feet and consumed her entire foot being careful not to graze her with his teeth.

He did indeed make love to her foot, getting lost in what he was doing. She watched, getting hotter as she saw him begin to really enjoy what he was doing, and she was surprised by how talented he was at this considering it was his first time. She could tell he had forgotten everything around him.
She pulled back her foot and he almost lost balance as she did so, saying, “Ok, that’s enough.”

“If you’re a really good boy maybe I will let you finish the other one later.” His hands went back down to his sides and he looked in her eyes, he could see that she enjoyed it to, her own eyes glassy with need. She looked at him her eyebrow arching once more and her eyes trailed down his body to the panties that now stood out with his erection, a wet spot and tiny drops of precum that were resting on top of the fabric.

He lowered his eyes and saw what she had been staring at and his hands covered himself once more, self-conscious and embarrassed of the obvious show of his own need. She smiled to herself and spoke to him, “How sweet, you’re shy now all of a sudden?”

She continued to push him, “So was it sucking my toes or wearing my dirty panties that made you hard?” “Knowing that they rubbing against my wet pussy?” He remained quite his head sinking further to his chest. “You know those are a pair you bought me.” “I think they fit you much better my little panty slut.” “As a matter of fact, I think from now on you will be wearing panties so you should get used to it.”

He sank even further, wanting to disappear but the hardness between his legs had not waned, his cock just pulsed harder and he was even more confused by his physical reaction to her verbal torment. She giggled and then sighed saying, “I feel like I need something to refresh me, tea would be nice. And I have something in store for you.”

“Go into the kitchen and fix me a glass of tea, I will be out in a minute after I gather a few things.” “And just to remind you, if you decide to run, don’t forget you are wearing my panties.” “It would be very hard to get someone to help you in your attire.” And she smiled again, lifting his head and looking into his eyes “And if by chance they did, who would believe a little thing like me could do anything to a man of your size against their will?” He just stared at her, his heart sinking and thudding more. She was right.

“Well just don’t sit there like a worthless lump, go!” He slowly got up and stood before her, towering over her, feeling as small as he did when he was on his knees. He turned and left the room and she followed him with her eyes and listened for a minute. She knew he couldn’t run. He wouldn’t.

She busied herself grabbing the things she needed and made her way out to the living room and sat down on the couch. She laid everything out that she had brought beside her as she listened to him in the kitchen. She smiled as he walked towards her, tea in hand as requested. And before she had to tell him, he knelt down in front of her and offered her the tea. She arched her eyebrow again and smiled, thinking this isn’t going to be as hard as I thought it was going to be.

She took the tea from him and took a sip letting it moisten her parched throat. “Now, this is what your going to do,” her words lingering as she reached over and retrieved a folded black garment trimmed in white lace. “You are going to put this on, and these stockings, along with these heels.” His eyes widened and his mouth started to form a protest but he stopped himself before it slipped out.

“Come now, hurry up, I have other things to put on you as well.” He hesitated and then took the garments and heels as she pushed them into his hands. He laid them down on the floor and put the shoes to the side. He fumbled with the dress trying to figure out how exactly it went on and she smiled amused as she offered nothing when he looked at her searching for help.

He finally got the dress on and then again had trouble with the stockings, having a hard time getting them up and smooth around his legs without the wrinkles, and she giggled at him. He had little trouble putting the heels on but when he stood he didn’t look very comfortable and wobbled a little trying to keep his balance.

He looked mortified as he stood there, his hands clasped in front of him as before and his shoulders rolled forward trying to cover the dress as he did the panties he wore underneath it. He was sweating and pale, almost as if he were going to vomit and she smiled at him. He tried to kneel in the heels and almost lost his balance again, catching hold of the coffee table for support. He finally got settled and couldn’t look at her in the face. Her voice cut through the silence, “Don’t you look sweet!”

He was a sight, dressed in a spaghetti-strapped maid dress with a full ruffled skirt and white lace trim with small bows here and there, a small apron adorning the front, black sheer stockings and black heels completed it. “Now I want you to close your eyes and keep them shut.” And he felt her slipping something over his head. He was shrouded in darkness as he felt something silky and tight surround his face.

He started to panic a little and breathe heavier and he heard her voice a bit muffled but clear enough to hear her. “This is a spandex hood, you will be able to breathe through it but you will not see because there is a built in padded blindfold.” Then he felt something surround his neck and a snap of a lock. “You now have a collar so I can control your movement if I choose.”

SLAVE COLLAR WITH LEASH
SLAVE COLLAR WITH LEASH

Then he felt something pushed into his mouth through the fabric and he heard her say, “Bite down”, and he did so. He felt another lock and something a little heavy protruding from the gag he held in his mouth. His mind was racing and he was trying to figure out what she was doing to him. He heard her once more and she said, “Arms behind your back” and he did as he was told. He was still mortified and a little afraid of not being able to see.

He felt something slipped over his arms and tighten over his shoulders, his arms pushed closer together, his elbows almost touching as she laced up the thing that imprisoned his arms setting him more off-balance than he already was on his knees. He felt her tap on his ankles and she told him to put his feet together, then rope slide against the stockings as his ankles were bound. He tried to adjust by rotating his foot but apparently she had tied the heels together as well and he couldn’t move.

“There, almost done.” Then another snap and he felt something even heavier weigh down his clenched teeth. She patted him on the head and giggled delighted with herself. She sat down on the couch in front of him and retrieved her tea from the table taking a long swallow. “You’re quite the dolly, all trussed up and nowhere to go,” and she giggled again. “But you are more than just a dolly or a maid you see, you are now an object to serve me.”

“Now you have a small tray attached to the gag in your mouth. I am going to set my tea on this tray and you will have to hold your head nice and straight and still in order not to spill it.” “Do you understand?” He nodded his head yes trying to keep from tilting forward, his ankles already starting to ache.

She took the glass and placed it on the tray, “Tilt your head back just a touch to even it out now.” He did as he was told and she said, “Perfect, now all you have to do is hold still, can’t be that hard can it?” She smiled to herself knowingly, and she relaxed back on the couch curling her legs underneath her. She picked up the remote and turned on the television and saw one of her favorite movies, knowing it was about halfway through she decided to watch it anyway…

He felt like he had been there for hours, his jaw ached from having his teeth clenched so tightly afraid he would spill her drink and his knees and ankles aching just as badly. She had been watching him a slight movement here and there but not a peep came from him. She knew that the position she had put him in was hard and that he had to be aching by now, but she continued to remove the glass take a sip every once in a while and then place it back on the tray. She smiled waiting as her glass was drained and she eventually replaced it with a small sandbag and he still did not move unaware of the switch she had made.

She saw his head tilting down as the stress on his neck from not moving for so long eventually gave in and the sandbag started to slip. She reached beneath the skirts of his dress and started to rub his cock, and heard a slight whimper come out of him finally. He was trying so very hard to be still as she stroked him and he hardened beneath her hand. “My, its difficult not to move when such attention is being paid to you isn’t it?”

He whimpered again under hand as she squeezed his balls slightly and it made him pull back and lean forward. The sandbag fell off and hit the coffee table, the glass top making an obvious glass thud. He stopped and another alarmed whimper came from him. She smiled and her eyes gleamed, “Didn’t I tell you not to move?” “Good thing I had finished my tea awhile ago and removed the glass or there would have been a huge mess for you to clean.”

“Now that you disobeyed me, you will have to pay the price for doing so.” She reached over and untied his ankles and feet telling him to move back. His head was down and he was sweating profusely under the hood, his cock now erect and making the dress stand out even more under the ruffles. He scooted back as she directed and stopped when he felt her hand on his shoulder.

“I am going to help you lean forward so your head is on the floor. Very carefully sit back on your heels and then lean forward resting your head in my arms.” He did as he was told and she helped him down onto his chest and shoulders, turning his gagged mouth to the side so he could breathe more easily. “Now present your ass to me, arch your back and push your ass into the air!” her words very sharp as they hit his ears. She retrieved a cane she had brought out with her from the couch as he moved into the position she desired.

“Now I am going to punish you for not following orders.” The cane sliced through the air as it hit its target and he cried out under the sting. He pushed himself forward trying to sink into the carpet and away from the blows but she grabbed hold of his hips and brought his ass back up into position. “Move again and it will be worse, I promise you” her words cold as ice. Another blow, and then another rapid succession and he was soon whimpering, the tears stung his eyes again. His whimpers became sobs as she left red stripes showing through his stockings.

She smiled as his body moved with sobs through his gagged mouth. “Now when I ask you to do something I expect it done.” She tossed the cane on the couch and squatted down beside him uncinching the single sleeve, and then unbuckling it from his shoulders and slipping it off. She pushed him to the side off balance and crawled on top of him pinning him to the floor as he still wept. She removed the gag from his mouth and saw the wetness covering the front of the hood. “You’re a mess” and she continued to slide down his legs enough to lift his skirt.

His cock out of his stockings and panties, she grabbed it in her hand and began to stroke him. “My broken little dolly, such a sight, a blubbering mess is what you are.” “Pitiful, miserable little bitch.” He hardened underhand again. “Look at you, arms all over the place, skirt up and legs spread.” “You look like a drunken whore just waiting for someone to come and fall in your hole.” “Is that what you want, a random person to come by and fuck you, is that why your laying here with your legs spread open?” She continued to stroke him and then leaned over on top of him whispering in his ear, “You want me to fuck you?” And he moaned under her hand as she ground her hips into him.

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