Harley Laroux

What have we here? Is that...perhaps...a wet spot on your thong?” He stroked his finger over me and I struggled

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His voice was slow and gentle, as if he were speaking to someone small and insignificant.

Although, now that I’m seeing how much of a little masochist you are, I don’t think you’ll be calling it. You know what you deserve.”

He was enjoying this, really enjoying it - god, he felt big.

Only if you think I deserve it,” I whispered. “I’m...I’m your slave, right? So I do what you say, so…”

Manson continued to thrust inside me, laughing at every heightened shriek, at every frantic, overwhelmed twitch of my body - at the brief but violent gush of arousal that came before I could stop it.

“I want as much as you can give me, Master.”

"Then we can do it again?"

"Absolutely."

He had to know what he was getting into. He could handle me, but that didn’t mean I was going to make it easy