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The Devil's Fruit Part 2
*Sorry it took a while. I've been busy and I haven't found the right words and I don't even feel that this sounds right*
You beg and plead for more. You
darling wench. A single finger slides
up your folds and you squirm. A single
finger brushes over your clit and you
moan. Big mistake. It's a caning. More
red welts to match your pink pussy. I
slide a finger inside your unabashed
soaking cunt whilst I lick your sweet
clit. Masturbating you til you orgasm.
Your shudders give me power and I
feel it thrum through my veins with
each shake.
You groan loudly and I pull your hair.
Hush, honey. Don't be shy now. You
sweet thing. I stroke your skin, calming
you. I wanna make you come, you sweet
little bitch. Kissing and inching my way
down your neck. Your scent thick on my
tongue. Christ I want to make you, then
break you with every implement, word
and sensation that comes to hand. You
sweet, darling whore.
You beg and plead for more. You
darling wench. A single finger slides
up your folds and you squirm. A single
finger brushes over your clit and you
moan. Big mistake. It's a caning. More
red welts to match your pink pussy. I
slide a finger inside your unabashed
soaking cunt whilst I lick your sweet
clit. Masturbating you til you orgasm.
Your shudders give me power and I
feel it thrum through my veins with
each shake.
You groan loudly and I pull your hair.
Hush, honey. Don't be shy now. You
sweet thing. I stroke your skin, calming
you. I wanna make you come, you sweet
little bitch. Kissing and inching my way
down your neck. Your scent thick on my
tongue. Christ I want to make you, then
break you with every implement, word
and sensation that comes to hand. You
sweet, darling whore.
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