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| caprycorn |
There's a blood pumping cunt twitching need. It's a need to hurt her.
Bite her, hard till teeth break skin.
Slap her tits until they are dull dark red.
Backhand her so hard that her lip splits.
Watch her eyes glaze with fear and lust.
Slam a dildo up inside her until she begs for me to stop. Then make her lick it clean.
Make her crawl to J. Lick his feet, suck his cock until he pushes her aside and fucks me. And then for her to clean his cock, tasting he and I together on her tongue.
Whip her. Hard. I want broken skin so it stings for days when she bathes.
Cane her. Raised welts, abraded skin. Black, red, purple. Ridges that burn for hours and bruises that ache for days.
Lick the welts, taste the grazed salt. Then bite the welts until she howls.
Dig my nails into her. Leave scarlet crescents that slowly fill with blood.
Rope her. Rope her hands behind her back. Bend her double, rope her neck to her ankles, watch her struggle whilst he and I ride her pain. Listen to her moan as we fuck, using her agony as a piquancy to our pleasure.
Ride her mouth, straddle her face. Use her irrespective of her need to breathe.
Gag her. Bind her head with the head harness, fill her mouth with the penis gag that has been covered in my juices, so she has me fill her mouth.
Clamp her. Nipples, labia. Double her up, tie the chains to her toes so that she is the architect of her own agony when she pulls the chains taut or ends up yanking off the clamps in her need to stretch out screaming muscles.
Cut her. Make her bleed.
See her collapse after J has fucked her until she cannot take any more. He and I connected to each others eyes over the bridge of her back as we use her for mutual pleasures.
Love her. Love him. Be loved in turn.
Weekend soon.
Can't come soon enough
