Pain Junkies

Where Slave Girls Come To Cry

Girlie games gone bad

Written By: Editor - Feb• 05•08

It all starts like a casual encounter. She looks even more garish with all her bright clothes against the huge leather couch. I kiss and hug her, as if not thinking of anything special. I bare her gorgeous boobs and pull the pants down. Here is the point where my urge for power starts building up. I dig into her snatch with my face, everything gets covered in fog, and in seconds I am pounding her into the couch with that large strapon cock…

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