Amanda, Let Me Taste You

TRIGGER PAST TRAUMAS OR MIGHT HA

is to scrub your skin until it gets red with agony to eliminate your disgust in your bod

id a man as his tongue delved into my clit while keeping my f

head was floundering. I can't remember how I got here, and I can't remember whose body I was in. In

d*ck into my mouth, and all I could do was play with it with my tongue. "Let me try that tig

y eyes wanted to cry, but they couldn't. The temp

man laughed, pressing my head closer to him,

close but couldn't because their diabolical laughter filled my ears. When I moved my head to the front, I noticed three other guys st

r his query, their laughing grew louder. "Say my d*ck is huge, and I'll put my fingers on your tight little p*ssy till you cum," he smacked me on the f

. The 23-year-old man most likely walked behind me to untie the rope that was tied to my hand behind me. The second one stepped

ps and cheeks when the leash was unfastened. I licked it backward af

his stomach instantly. It's like I'm a cowgirl. The person who had previously unfastened me knelt behind me and caressed my waist. He

ver my internal organs. I lower my free hand and rub my clit to ease the pain and intensify the temptation.

t sure where to direct my attention. Because of the mingled bo

rior already had lusty eyes. Their d*cks were perhaps as hard as rocks. The first two men walked away. I couldn't see their

his mouth close to mine, bit the top of my ear then whispered that only the two of us could

He picked me up and sat me on his lap. The next thing I knew, his cock w

ost my energy because of the orgasm I felt. I almost wanted to take a rope and

ght. I cum so much." He re

d done to me. If it hadn't been for the scent of cigarettes mixed in with the filth

nsible for what they did to me. They made my body "abn

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