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Ready to Squeal
🕑 Added 2022-03-24 14:05:52 +0000 UTCKristy heaves with every saw of the long feather against her pink pussy. Each hair of the stiff plume dragging along her hypersensitive clit with every push and pull of the mob-boss’s evil implement.
No longer able to resist, the panting princess succumbs to yet another orgasm. Her throbbing g-spot no match for this kind of pinpoint precision teasing. Kristy’s eyes roll back into her skull as the cum gushes from her pussy in a glorious spectacle of feminine submission.
Surrounding her were the rugged men who interrogated her before. The sadistic underlings who took great delight in the wholes-sale brushing of her precious little tootsies. After hours of trying to get the answers they wanted the decision was made to bring her to the big man in charge.
Now she’s all his. And if there was anything the boss has in spades is creativity. She looked to them with pleading eyes, only to be responded to with smiles at her complete undoing.
“Tell me what we want to know little girl.” The boss demands, giving her a much needed respite from the overwhelming pleasure.
“No one just ‘shows up’ at our hide out. You’re working for someone. And me being the curious type, I’m not going to stop until you sing.” The towering don threatens, a crooked smile cracking on his face.
Kristy can only pant here ignorance. She swore up and down that this was all some sort of mistake, but it seemingly made no difference. Though, did she really want it to stop?
“If that’s how you want to be doll-face, then I guess we need to turn it up a notch!” The boss smiles, his men behind him beginning to get rowdy.
Kristy’s blood went cold, not knowing what this meant for her.
“Boys! Get the wheel!”
A cheer erupted from the grunts, all too ready for the next phase of Kristy’s torment.
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