Want some more? Fetishes. Xnxx I shared my name – not my full name, but I my first name. “King knows what to do. I wanted to scream with frustration. See? It was much more than that. I tried to pull my legs together so he couldn’t get to me, forgetting about the chains securing my ankles. Please? “I know how you feel,” I’d tell him, feeling the same impatience, although mine was mixed with fear and anxiety and a deep down hunger that was even more frightening than being taken by a dog. It felt like a jack hammer inside me. It was scary, though. “What’s going to happen?” I’d asked nervously. I wondered, briefly, where the fuck it was all going, but then I was lost in another orgasm and, by the time that one resided, I was simply sobbing, begging him to stop, even though he already had, his knot embedded firmly inside of me, trapped inside my ruined mess of a fuck hole. I thought about it for several days.
