SEX MONEY DRUGS CHAINS ON MY CHEST THAT VINTAGE CELINE DIAMOND GRILLS CHAMPAGNE BOTTLES SWAGGER I BLEED I WANT SEX MONEY BITCHES AND THE STICKIEST WEEEED
just thinking about how sevika gets drunk and likes to torture you…
warnings: bondage, overstim, vibrator…you get me
“Thought I told you,” Sevika presses the vibrator firmly against your swollen pussy. Her words echoed over the ominous buzzing. She ignores the responding strangled whine, dragging it up…and down. Anticipating the bucking of your hips before the escape can happen, “To lick my boot.”
Sevika had you trapped on her lap, draped forward over powerful legs. Your wrists are secured to your ankles at your back, bound tight in rope that bites your skin. Face down at her feet and ass up for her viewing. You’ve came like this multiple times already. Reduced to a wet, mewling mess as Sevika tortures you purely for her own amusement. Her mechanical hand holds the wand incessantly against your folds, vibrations bubbling loudly from how much your cunt leaks. A puddle of slick and cum dripping onto her lap. Sevika’s flesh hand rests on your ass, switching between kneading and slapping your heated skin, using the grip to keep you in place until you cry.
Occasionally, Sevika would reach over for the bottle of bourbon half empty on the table. Clearly content to sit like this for as long as she likes.
Sevika knocks the toe of her boot against your chin, bringing you back from your dazed state of blissful torment. “Tongue out.” Sevika reminds you gruffly, eyes flicking between your face and puffy pussy. Watching every little twitch as she rubs the wand in circles over your pulsing clit.
It was a warning. But Sevika’s a dick so she cranks up the vibrator anyway. And simply laughs at the way your limbs struggle against the restraints, fingers and toes curling in a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Clean your act up, girl.” Sevika growls, rough voice making you shudder despite your constant trembling. She mutters, “Making a mess of my fucking boots.”
Tongue lolled out of your mouth, it drags over the rugged, worn leather of her boot. Wet and shiny from your drool. Licking it up does nothing but make the mess worse, but still, you try. Faltering as another orgasm sneaks up on you, an intense tightness pools in your belly. Sevika presses the wand harder, hearing your whines rising into longer moans. Your whole body feels like it’s vibrating, numb to everything except Sevika’s torture. How she makes you feel.
The scream gets stuck in your throat when you cum again. Eyes rolled far into the back of your head as your body jolts with each clench of your cunt. It was a feeling you both craved to escape and never wanted to end. The way Sevika controls your body, pushing you from high to high at her will. Near the point of losing consciousness. Your pussy drips, the sticky puddle in Sevika’s lap growing. She squeezes your ass, pinning you to her legs as your hips begin to squirm. The stimulation didn’t stop. It never did. You’re beginning to wonder if it ever will.
Over the ringing in your ears, you faintly hear liquid sloshing followed by the thump of the bottle being set back on the table. Sevika swallows audibly before rasping, “So fucking pretty like this.”
just thinking about how sevika gets drunk and likes to torture you…
warnings: bondage, overstim, vibrator…you get me
“Thought I told you,” Sevika presses the vibrator firmly against your swollen pussy. Her words echoed over the ominous buzzing. She ignores the responding strangled whine, dragging it up…and down. Anticipating the bucking of your hips before the escape can happen, “To lick my boot.”
Sevika had you trapped on her lap, draped forward over powerful legs. Your wrists are secured to your ankles at your back, bound tight in rope that bites your skin. Face down at her feet and ass up for her viewing. You’ve came like this multiple times already. Reduced to a wet, mewling mess as Sevika tortures you purely for her own amusement. Her mechanical hand holds the wand incessantly against your folds, vibrations bubbling loudly from how much your cunt leaks. A puddle of slick and cum dripping onto her lap. Sevika’s flesh hand rests on your ass, switching between kneading and slapping your heated skin, using the grip to keep you in place until you cry.
Occasionally, Sevika would reach over for the bottle of bourbon half empty on the table. Clearly content to sit like this for as long as she likes.
Sevika knocks the toe of her boot against your chin, bringing you back from your dazed state of blissful torment. “Tongue out.” Sevika reminds you gruffly, eyes flicking between your face and puffy pussy. Watching every little twitch as she rubs the wand in circles over your pulsing clit.
It was a warning. But Sevika’s a dick so she cranks up the vibrator anyway. And simply laughs at the way your limbs struggle against the restraints, fingers and toes curling in a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Clean your act up, girl.” Sevika growls, rough voice making you shudder despite your constant trembling. She mutters, “Making a mess of my fucking boots.”
Tongue lolled out of your mouth, it drags over the rugged, worn leather of her boot. Wet and shiny from your drool. Licking it up does nothing but make the mess worse, but still, you try. Faltering as another orgasm sneaks up on you, an intense tightness pools in your belly. Sevika presses the wand harder, hearing your whines rising into longer moans. Your whole body feels like it’s vibrating, numb to everything except Sevika’s torture. How she makes you feel.
The scream gets stuck in your throat when you cum again. Eyes rolled far into the back of your head as your body jolts with each clench of your cunt. It was a feeling you both craved to escape and never wanted to end. The way Sevika controls your body, pushing you from high to high at her will. Near the point of losing consciousness. Your pussy drips, the sticky puddle in Sevika’s lap growing. She squeezes your ass, pinning you to her legs as your hips begin to squirm. The stimulation didn’t stop. It never did. You’re beginning to wonder if it ever will.
Over the ringing in your ears, you faintly hear liquid sloshing followed by the thump of the bottle being set back on the table. Sevika swallows audibly before rasping, “So fucking pretty like this.”
just thinking about how sevika gets drunk and likes to torture you…
warnings: bondage, overstim, vibrator…you get me
“Thought I told you,” Sevika presses the vibrator firmly against your swollen pussy. Her words echoed over the ominous buzzing. She ignores the responding strangled whine, dragging it up…and down. Anticipating the bucking of your hips before the escape can happen, “To lick my boot.”
Sevika had you trapped on her lap, draped forward over powerful legs. Your wrists are secured to your ankles at your back, bound tight in rope that bites your skin. Face down at her feet and ass up for her viewing. You’ve came like this multiple times already. Reduced to a wet, mewling mess as Sevika tortures you purely for her own amusement. Her mechanical hand holds the wand incessantly against your folds, vibrations bubbling loudly from how much your cunt leaks. A puddle of slick and cum dripping onto her lap. Sevika’s flesh hand rests on your ass, switching between kneading and slapping your heated skin, using the grip to keep you in place until you cry.
Occasionally, Sevika would reach over for the bottle of bourbon half empty on the table. Clearly content to sit like this for as long as she likes.
Sevika knocks the toe of her boot against your chin, bringing you back from your dazed state of blissful torment. “Tongue out.” Sevika reminds you gruffly, eyes flicking between your face and puffy pussy. Watching every little twitch as she rubs the wand in circles over your pulsing clit.
It was a warning. But Sevika’s a dick so she cranks up the vibrator anyway. And simply laughs at the way your limbs struggle against the restraints, fingers and toes curling in a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Clean your act up, girl.” Sevika growls, rough voice making you shudder despite your constant trembling. She mutters, “Making a mess of my fucking boots.”
Tongue lolled out of your mouth, it drags over the rugged, worn leather of her boot. Wet and shiny from your drool. Licking it up does nothing but make the mess worse, but still, you try. Faltering as another orgasm sneaks up on you, an intense tightness pools in your belly. Sevika presses the wand harder, hearing your whines rising into longer moans. Your whole body feels like it’s vibrating, numb to everything except Sevika’s torture. How she makes you feel.
The scream gets stuck in your throat when you cum again. Eyes rolled far into the back of your head as your body jolts with each clench of your cunt. It was a feeling you both craved to escape and never wanted to end. The way Sevika controls your body, pushing you from high to high at her will. Near the point of losing consciousness. Your pussy drips, the sticky puddle in Sevika’s lap growing. She squeezes your ass, pinning you to her legs as your hips begin to squirm. The stimulation didn’t stop. It never did. You’re beginning to wonder if it ever will.
Over the ringing in your ears, you faintly hear liquid sloshing followed by the thump of the bottle being set back on the table. Sevika swallows audibly before rasping, “So fucking pretty like this.”
just thinking about how sevika gets drunk and likes to torture you…
warnings: bondage, overstim, vibrator…you get me
“Thought I told you,” Sevika presses the vibrator firmly against your swollen pussy. Her words echoed over the ominous buzzing. She ignores the responding strangled whine, dragging it up…and down. Anticipating the bucking of your hips before the escape can happen, “To lick my boot.”
Sevika had you trapped on her lap, draped forward over powerful legs. Your wrists are secured to your ankles at your back, bound tight in rope that bites your skin. Face down at her feet and ass up for her viewing. You’ve came like this multiple times already. Reduced to a wet, mewling mess as Sevika tortures you purely for her own amusement. Her mechanical hand holds the wand incessantly against your folds, vibrations bubbling loudly from how much your cunt leaks. A puddle of slick and cum dripping onto her lap. Sevika’s flesh hand rests on your ass, switching between kneading and slapping your heated skin, using the grip to keep you in place until you cry.
Occasionally, Sevika would reach over for the bottle of bourbon half empty on the table. Clearly content to sit like this for as long as she likes.
Sevika knocks the toe of her boot against your chin, bringing you back from your dazed state of blissful torment. “Tongue out.” Sevika reminds you gruffly, eyes flicking between your face and puffy pussy. Watching every little twitch as she rubs the wand in circles over your pulsing clit.
It was a warning. But Sevika’s a dick so she cranks up the vibrator anyway. And simply laughs at the way your limbs struggle against the restraints, fingers and toes curling in a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Clean your act up, girl.” Sevika growls, rough voice making you shudder despite your constant trembling. She mutters, “Making a mess of my fucking boots.”
Tongue lolled out of your mouth, it drags over the rugged, worn leather of her boot. Wet and shiny from your drool. Licking it up does nothing but make the mess worse, but still, you try. Faltering as another orgasm sneaks up on you, an intense tightness pools in your belly. Sevika presses the wand harder, hearing your whines rising into longer moans. Your whole body feels like it’s vibrating, numb to everything except Sevika’s torture. How she makes you feel.
The scream gets stuck in your throat when you cum again. Eyes rolled far into the back of your head as your body jolts with each clench of your cunt. It was a feeling you both craved to escape and never wanted to end. The way Sevika controls your body, pushing you from high to high at her will. Near the point of losing consciousness. Your pussy drips, the sticky puddle in Sevika’s lap growing. She squeezes your ass, pinning you to her legs as your hips begin to squirm. The stimulation didn’t stop. It never did. You’re beginning to wonder if it ever will.
Over the ringing in your ears, you faintly hear liquid sloshing followed by the thump of the bottle being set back on the table. Sevika swallows audibly before rasping, “So fucking pretty like this.”
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