Tender flesh under my fingertips. I can feel her pulse, her trembling, her fear. I also feel my pussy juicing up and the inside of my thighs becoming as wet as her cheeks are with her tears.
I ask myself why I get so turned on but I don’t wait long enough to figure out an answer. Here her life is in my hands and my pussy is craving a release. It has been so long since I have had a truly toe curling orgasm and I want to take my time and let it build up. My build up comes in the form of her prolonged suffering. Her screams, her tears, her body bruised, her bones broken, her blood spilling!
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