“Oh God,” Trish gasps under her breath as she closes her eyes. Wouldn’t it be more fun to fuck me when I am pretty? She winces as the stinging jolt shoots through her body. “Looks that sweet thigh recovered nicely too!” you seethe, slobber flying out of your mouth. With every thrust, your hand tugs harder with its grips, and Trish’s head is violently yanked back. “You’re right,” you sigh. Saliva begins to spill out of the side of her mouth. You take the knife out and give the breast another stab, this time from underneath. The jiggle of her kicking thighs is enchanting. The shrill sound of her helpless yelps cuts through the silence of the air. The torch is being held by one of the three goons. What do you want?”
She knows what you want though. You begin to knead the firm mounds. You no longer have the pussy of a pure angel. You’re worth it!”
“You’re sick!”
“You’re worth all of it, you beautiful princess,” you hiss, biting onto her ear, “Worth beating.
