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Molly’s Cage: 14
Read more: Molly’s Cage: 14‘Stupid girl,’ my boss said. I flushed as he squeezed my other breast and a warm gush of milk spurted out of me, landing on his hand. Mr hunter licked the milk off his skin, smiling like a satisfied cat. ‘My very own milkcow,’ he said. ‘And your udders are so big, Molly. What a…
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The Bimbo Wedding: 2
Read more: The Bimbo Wedding: 2‘Every woman needs a date,’ my cousin said firmly. ‘I don’t know why I have to explain everything to you like this, Abigail. Remember everything I’ve said Abigail. I know you get oddly contrary sometimes, but the men here won’t hesitate to discipline you…’ Abigail meets the insufferable, arrogant Darren when she is forced to…
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The Bimbo Wedding: 1
Read more: The Bimbo Wedding: 1I had no idea that my cousin’s wedding would be an orgy of brutal breeding sex. I didn’t know that I would be ravished again and again by the men of the bridal party. No-one told me that soon I too would be a bimbo, a sextoy obedient to my master’s every whim… Abigail meets…
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Molly’s Cage: 13
Read more: Molly’s Cage: 13‘Can you feel the pills working?’ my boss asked amused. His fingers were squeezing one of my nipples teasingly between his finger and thumb, while his fingertips ran back and forth across the sensitive tip. He had been doing this for so long tonight that the nipple felt raw and over-stimulated, and I wanted him…
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Ella’s Initiation: A free-use submission erotica
Read more: Ella’s Initiation: A free-use submission erotica‘Your dominant will get you naked. You will give him blowjobs. You will ride his dick. He will each want each of your holes, in turn. All your holes.’ Ella still can’t believe she’s signed up for initiation into a BDSM free-use club. But when she steps into the car of the man who will…
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Serafina’s Gift: 18
Read more: Serafina’s Gift: 18‘First, I’ll get Marcus to torture you. I do so enjoy a slut in pain. Crying because her breasts are too full and are hurting her.’ The woman flicked the backs of her fingers across my cheek, one of her fingers still wet with the milk that was still dripping from my breasts. ‘I’m going…
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Molly’s Cage: 11
Read more: Molly’s Cage: 11‘If you were a good girl, well behaved, and modest,’ said my boss smirking at me, ‘we wouldn’t even be here. But I think we both know you’re not, don’t we? You’ve demonstrated pretty comprehensively over the last couple of weeks how slutty you are. Sluts don’t get to choose which men look at them,…

