Mr Masters

then I’m going to fuck your ass.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Yes, sir.” I look around

down on the bed and he slowly rolls my leather panties down my legs. He slides his fingers through my sex and pulls me open for him

again. My eyes close. “Fuck, yeah,” I whisper.

Her legs are together making

With his eyes fixed on the television, he undoes my robe and then puts my back le

We struggle for a moment until my body opens up and he slides in deep

“I need a real man to fill me up. A man with a big hard cock,” I moan as I arch my back onto his fingers. Perspiration beads on his forehead.

I glance up to the mirror and see myself—hair dishevelled, red lipstick, covered in perspiration, and my breasts bouncing while I’m being fucked hard by God’s gift to

me up to kiss me and I can taste my own arousal on his lips. He's only gentle for a brief moment before turns me over and positions me on my knees, spreading my legs as

that pretty little hand in that beautiful cunt and tell me what you feel.”

Holy fuck

I’m broken—so broken. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I wish I couldn’t feel.

A week ago, I had a home, children to take care of, and naughty pets that chewed stuff up. I had a man who worshipped the ground that I walked on, but it was all some kind of optical illusion. They were never really mine.

They were borrowed…