“Sorry, Mr. Amateur porn “You girls are all the same,” he grunted. Sullivan!” I gasped. Sullivan freed me almost a year ago. How do you possibly conjugate that?”
“That’s because ‘fellatio’ is a noun,” he explained. “Like what?”
“Your cock!” I begged. “Yes, you have,” he sternly said. “Fuck me!”
His hand squeezed my smarting ass. My friend was clearly in love with her Mistress, and Mary had been clearly fond of her slave. And yet I couldn’t shake a feeling of guilt at breaking my word, even though I knew it was a lie brought on by Her divine powers. Yesterday, my former Mistress—the beautiful Mary who had taken my virginity that wonderful afternoon when Mark had brought my friend April and me home with him—had given me to her father, Mr. The Devil’s Pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2014
Felicity: Horny, Little Schoolgirl
Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. “…help.”
I quickly tried on the outfit, and smiled as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. “Please,” I whispered, shaking my ass at him. “Sorry, Mr. I had been so lost in the passion of my climax, I hadn’t realized that he had shoved his cock inside me. Sullivan freed me almost a year ago. Sullivan.”
His hand lingered, giving my butt a squeeze. The pain left a warm, naughty feeling on my ass.
