Alice Fletcher’s Desire – Ode to Godless
The bullwhip handle popped audibly from her mouth, slicked from passionate tonguing and sucking. Her fingers now slipping out of her throbbing hole, the heat of which was burning her loins relentlessly. Fingers dripping with cloyingly sticky juices, her pelvis involuntarily grinding and rocking, sliding the textured whip handle up and down her nethers, electric pangs of pleasure shooting through her as it passed back and forth over her engorged clit, and down her lips. Fuck! She needed relief, and soon.
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