“Five, thank you Master!” Her voice was stressed, rising in pitch. Miyoko’s skirt flared as she slammed up and down on her father’s cock, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief moments. XXX More red welts appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few whacks Tom would land one on her pussy. I was in the Shadows, the highest layer of Hell. Our home in Kyoto was blessed with one. “Who needs discipline?” Tom asked me later that night. “That son-of-a-bitch. “You were the only one that was forced to be my slave.”
“Then I wouldn’t be your slave.”
Death walked to me. They destroyed. Hundreds appeared on the hill, all those who sold their souls to Mark and Mary. “Who else has been bad?” Tom asked, snapping me out of my fond memories. Her bush was a mat of thick, black hair that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy. “Get the swords,” Tom growled. This wasn’t the bath. Read 16296 times |
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