She no longer had to prompt the pups, the rooted amid the luscious pile of flesh till they found the swollen nipples centered in the expanse of her thick red pebbly aureoles. The girl’s pretty face was nearly hidden by the matted strings of her dirty blonde hair, her eyes darting between the strands, careful not to meet the eyes of her master. Xxnx “The bitch,… The heavy bags of swaying flesh displayed the ligature marks of past torment amid the ample network of faint blue veins visible beneath the translucent white skin. The old Padre turned to face the man. The cords were matted and darkened where they emerged from the thick folds of her labia, sodden with her liquid guilt.
