Chapter 1289

• Make me cruel - 6
• “Oh! Oh, I-!” I broke off to sob in blind pleasure when he slapped through so much wetness and only spread it with each spank he gave my pussy’s lips and entrance. I stroked his arm with my taped hands but didn’t fight because I was a broken like toy now, having been forced to bow because of the wild, savage ecstasy he’d visited on my body. “Oh, yes!” I came when he slapped my clit, fueled all the hotter by how the heavy chain of the collar shook over my tits when I threw my head back, and he grasped my face again to make me meet his kiss, so that I was still choking with release against his lips.
• He only kissed all the harder, as if the taste of my frantic finish aroused him, and this time it was his turn to groan with delight. I trembled in his arms when he pulled away from my lips while his ass fucking rhythm had turned almost slow, almost sweet. He stared into my eyes and then kissed me far more gently, as if hesitant or unsure, so that I gave him the look of a wide eyed, confused victim, who wasn’t sure why he was being so soft, but liked it an awful lot.