We don’t have to check out until noon tomorrow and that’s like, what, uh, almost 15 hours. xxx sex If it’s not perfect, I’ll complain about you.”
“Yes, master,” she whispered. He was big – but Sara had taken bigger. When she is not engaged by a guest, Sara must contend with capricious and underpaid corporate overseers and occasionally vicious slave stable politics. “Of course, that means she can’t breathe, so after a few seconds her throat goes into spasms and, man, it feels good.”
Sara gurgled, her suffering still just an act. You are going to do whatever she tells you and you are going to make her feel comfortable and happy or things are going to go bad for you. She’s just fuck-meat,” said Steve. Any hesitation, any perceived lack of respect, would be instantly punished: a hard slap on the face, a heavy leather belt across the ass, or a brutal gut-punch that would leave her gasping for air. Steve had made good on his earlier promise: punishing her with deep, sustained thrusts that left her cheeks wet with tears. “Wait!” he shouted. Really! Sara shifted her feet uncomfortably, but he continued without noticing. I mean, seriously, even if we all take a full dose of Erexor, how many times can each of us fuck her?
