The orgasms ripped through her in ways she loathed, we didn't care that she hated it. Grade A pain seared through her thighs as the belt slammed down on rippled flesh. Her gratefulness came in the form of screams; the blackened mascara that stains her cheeks and lay pooled on the floor. Both masochist and sadist are sated. for now
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