frcgility
     the stretch in their thighs from the new position had shane shifting, only reminded then of the sweet and dull pain in their arms from being tied to the headboard of the bed. some time ago, they might have been embarrassed by the wanton moans, the slick feeling that trickled down their thighs, or the natural reactions of their insatiable body. now, however, the teen was bucking forward desperately to try to draw the tip of the false cock head inside of them; desperate to be filled, to be fucked, to be owned. â hurt me. â shane sighed out, words cutting off at the end in a moan. they wanted a hard, bruising force and a fast pace that left them unable to catch their breath with sore muscles and a numbed mind that only focused on the pleasure and the pain and how the two could combine. â i-if you think itâs too hard, â they stuttered, trying to put into words what they wanted, â go harder. â
Hurt me. Those words never sounded as beautiful as they did falling from Shaneâs lips. Alessandraâs hips bucked forward with a hushed moan, dragging the head of the cock strapped to her against their slicked sex teasingly once more. without warning, one slender hand came down sharply against their cheek, the biting sting transferring to Alessâs own skin as the sound rang out in the air before tattooed fingers threaded into Shaneâs messy blonde locks. A sharp jerk pulled their head to the side, making sure the blondeâs gaze remained locked with Alessâs. âYouâre my little slut arenât you, sweetheart? I can hurt you if I want to? Own your pretty little cunt?â Aless purred, hips snapping forward to thrust the dildo into her without warning as her grip on their locks tightened.















