Pain Junkies

Where Slave Girls Come To Cry

Cold steel and torn cloth in the dungeon

Written By: admin - Dec• 04•08

Modest white underwear, a frightened face and limbs fastened. What can be more perfect together Feel me cutting though your shirt with my sharp scissors. Enjoy the coldness of steel on your nipples? I can almost smell your fear blending with excitement. Your hole is dripping pink, so I shove a toy in there to help you get off a bit.

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