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Journey to His Lair: The Tale of Elizabeth’s Debasement

By SlaveWithOwner

?Chapter 1:

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I had a clear list of rules when I first?approached Him, the man who?subsequently fucked my mind and broke my barriers and made me His; the one to make me surrender 'my' cunt to cock. The man I now call?My Master with all the pride and passion I once called myself a?lesbian feminist.?The man?I need to serve?daily to satisfy cunt's?insatiable?craving for cummings.?It?drips always, cunt. Always needs cummings. Frustratingly always simmering and edging me?to the point of - "Passport please Ma'am" – I am snatched from my thoughts as my place in the queue finally?reaches its end point. I can feel my?heart slam into my throat?at my forced return to reality?and the?the journey I have just made. The contrast of fear and excitement colliding inside is leaving me feeling neither in full. Any hope of sensible thought lost again as I look at the pretty airline attendant, her full round breasts fighting their own bindings, and wince as cunt emits another painful throb. She looks at me quizzically, quickly followed by?a moment of fret as she must sense my fear and see the heat in my face. Worse, she can see the soft muted red bands of skin around my wrist from my nightly bindings as I hand her?my passport. We?stare at?each other in suspended time?and I am spinning fast?on images of airport security men coming to ask their interrogating questions, delaying me, making me late?- a?delicious bedtime fantasy?any other time but not today, not this weekend - the spin only halts when?the warmest smile I can throw?her seems to appease her and she is returning to the monotony of her task. I take the moment to still myself and admire her quietly.... She looks nice.?Clean and wholesome kind of nice, doing an honest day of work to then return at the end of her shift to the warmth of a?wholesome family too no doubt. That vision alone makes me want to tear my passport from her smooth unblemished skin and return to my life: my once wholesome life too.?

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Only I know I will not do that.?My?thoughts?and 'decisions' are a secondary?predictor of?my behaviour since My Master took ownership and His game begun.?I replay his final voicemail instructions for today whilst?I curse myself for exposing my mind to the auditory stimulation of My Master's voice,?knowing its effect on cunt will last much longer than the momentary lapse of concentration.?I focus instead on the deep?familiar colour of the?passport sleeve and?long to feel the same sense of pride and security I?usually feel?to be protected by one’s Queen when venturing into new territories. Only this time, my?purpose for travel carried no outward pride but a fierce?blush and deep shame, all tightly bound in fear and apprehension.?Despite this,?my cunt still drips in anticipation?and?my heart racing?to my?destination?faster than the plane flew here. Racing to meet My Master?and surrender all that I am to?His control and make?my training complete. Finally our weekend is here. I leave the airport on legs that?can still walk freely,?clutching my belongings?with?wet hands,?and?run the sentence?in a loop through my mind as though it is my life’s only heuristic... "Stand?outside the airport main entrance, dressed as instructed, and wait until you are collected Pet".?Defying all reason and logic, ignoring all my own wise cautionary rules to self,?I followed?His instructions?and I am standing waiting to be collected from outside the airport and taken?to a?nameless place?that?bears only one relevant fact: it is His chosen destination.

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?Time passes slowly but?it is unlikely I am?showing any outward sign of this as the usual nuances of?poised anticipation?are long lost?by the?practised wait in my bedroom many times before. I simply?stand here?for My Master whilst internally?fighting and?winning the insane urge to play with 'my' clit as He often likes me to do whilst waiting for Him.?I'm acutely aware of the dripping. So mind occupying. I look up and let the?sun splash on my face, close my eyes and try to recall long summer days lying on beaches at nice hotels with nice food,?polite waiters eager to serve me, look after my needs. I suspect not this time.?I look around?at the other travellers, their purpose and direction clear to all and enviably known to themselves too. The?clothing?I am wearing?for this trip reveals little?outward clue as to my purpose, it is simply a?well fitted?short pinstripe grey?work dress.?To any passer-by, I am?probably just another professional?woman waiting momentarily for her pre-arranged transport to?take her to some tedious conference or non-descript meeting. Only a?wandering eye would?note no visible bra?or panty line.?Only?a prying hand?would feel no?soft clean panties?or?fuzzy mesh of hair?welding the slit closed and sealing the juices in.?Only probing fingers?would reach a bare wet opening before the tips had?realised they had already reached their intended spot. The wet thighs along the way instantly explainable, whilst the contrast between what?appears on the surface and what?simmers below remains to be explained.?

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I will?do my best to?explain?this, my being here, and this apparent contrast between what can be seen on the surface and what simmers below, as I go along if?I can but My Master could explain this better...it was His plan after all. I obediently follow?without answers; the questions still asked to try and maintain?some illusory sense of self but my?need to either know or understand long surrendered to Him. Not?readily or easily but inevitably. I do as He tells me, and I now accept that my futile pouts and protests and begging were for his amusement entirely and?changed nothing of his plans; and only earned another lesson in pain and humiliation for me. He is not to be swayed or tempted.?I used to?be like that too, decisive. I will try to be decisive?once again?and summarise how?I ended up standing at?a?foreign airport a long way from home indeed, waiting to be collected by a?man, a Dom no less, that I have?never met before (with no known validated profile of Him), having agreed to follow His every wish and command ...without safe-word or agreed boundaries. Most damnable... having done neither a detailed pre-scene analysis nor have a contingency plan in place. Breaking all rules so that my new rule is clearly...follow My Master's Rules. It scares me that my desperation is pushing me?beyond?all limits?so that?I too, like an observer of my Self, stand here and wonder?what I will surrender to Him next just so I can?touch?cunt again,?suck my fingers clean?again, smell and taste my juices again. The memory making my?mouth water conditionally and cunt throb?knowingly,?as though its own lunar cycle had?signalled the passage of time and?correctly calculated the six month wait was over this weekend. I grimace outwardly in anticipation of the painful last wait, unable to comprehend cunt's reaction to being in physical proximity to Him. Finally, I will be given the chance to earn His cum.... Taste His cum... Rub myself in His cum... Sorry,?cunt makes me digress. I was trying to explain to myself if no-one else how I came to be stood here today.?Only to do that, I need to go back to the?day He told me I?would?have to wait six months until I was allowed to cum again - that day was the day that lead to?today.?

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That day was The Monday?I told My Master I had cummings – again - without permission over the weekend. Long since regretted cummings I hasten to add.?My actions truly regretted and?still beyond my own comprehension - beyond my own control - It's the?dripping. It's?a constant relentless rhythmic?sensation that beats in my mind also and drowns my thoughts and blurs my own notes to self.?It is dripping now as I stand here waiting. I part my legs slightly so that the warm air might dry me and provide some relief from the wetness. The?action bringing no relief, and only an extra flush to my face as I?feel knowing eyes watching me. I?close my legs tightly again and try to relish the squirming for the last time. Cunt a baited with the?knowledge it will soon, so soon, be sated. I am past the point of shame?sufficiently enough?to say I am now desperate to cum, for His cum....whatever the cost. I thought I was six months ago but My Master has taught me the true meaning of desperation now. And I have learnt obedience, control and patience. I am grateful to Him. I have waited for Him. He has made me wait for Him.?He was lenient the first time I misbehaved, and like all dirty whores, I was truly repentant the morning after.... the morning after I let a strange man lead me silently off the dance-floor, take me outside on to public street and finger my bare cunt to cummings whilst stood against a brick wall with my skirt around my waist and my wet panties around my thighs; the panties a rare treat and needed that night as I stood there - they caught my juices. He was understandably not lenient the second time I truly misbehaved. My actions in many way unforgivable and to be redeemed only by myself in person so that I can complete my training under My Master’s watchful eye: That second night, like a bitch in heat, I took a strange man home and begged him to fuck me and cum on my tits. Some sense of shame must remain as it is with reluctance that I confess I begged this man to finger my ass also...my craving to be fucked too intense to feel sated by cunt play alone, my desires to be used and practise My Master’s training in real life was pushing me further and further...

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At that moment, like a dog that sense its owner's imminent return, I can feel cunt spill more juices in a physical protest at the pressing awareness of My Master's arrival.?I can feel the slow trickle that catches on my thighs, and I stand there and let it fall freely down my leg and I’m lost in the sensation. The experience only to be replaced by another sensation... a?large weighted hand moving firmly and slowly across my back coming to rest on my shoulder, my?petite?frame made to feel all the smaller in comparison.?I know it is Him. Cunt knows it is him. My entire being knows it is Him. I cannot move. I cannot look. I cannot breathe. I can only stand here and try to still the stars that?dance before my eyes as my mind is flooded by every sense demanding its resources. A task not achieved and only made harder as I feel Him?press closer, feel His size behind me, feel Him looking down on me. Cunt's?desire to cum?driving through all rational thoughts so that when I hear Him whisper in my ear "Hello Pet" I can only whisper in reply?"Please, I am begging you to please let me cum please". The unplanned words once out, un-retrievable, but simply no alternatives available. My mind thinks?one thought only since My Master took control; I think about cummings. I know His reply before my bottom lip has tucked itself back in and He?grins and says "No Pet,?you do not have permission to cum until you have finished your training. Besides, is that any way to greet your Master?"?His smiling words make me look at Him, His eyes briefly, the man I love, honour and obey in the truest sense?and I know in that one look that all hope of?saving any part of myself is gone. He knows it too.?We stand there?silently whilst?He graciously allows me my final free moments?to catch my breath and let the?rushes of extremes?still themselves.?The moment has come to conclude my training. I look at Him and smile and say "Hello Master". Accepting my surrender, He says "Follow me Pet", and my reply is?the same as always "Yes Master".

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He walked as I always imagined.?Slowly yet purposely, a light?footed gait?whilst?He strides forward with a winning smile and eyes that can see straight into?women’s panties and a tongue with words that can?lick those panties off quicker?than her juices have chance to dry.?My first steps are awkward as it is clear from His manner that I should maintain an almost invisible distance behind Him. My position in relation to His is made clear from the start. Not a pace I am accustomed to, and much to my embarrassment the gap feels like a gulf that can be seen by all...my position suddenly feels real. And so visible to others. The sense of inferiority too acute - worryingly?very hard to accept - and I catch myself?pushing my mind further into the coming weekend and what else might be different or unknown in RL? The thought makes me want to stop in my tracks, the real fear felt as the pressing thought "What if I cannot do what He might ask?" turns to "What will I do when I cannot do as He demands?" With no answer to sate my fear and only the vision of Him?before me,?I simply surrender to cunt and follow where it takes me; to Him.?After only a few minutes I find my pace and place behind Him and?dutifully follow without looking, each step forward leaves behind another layer of?fear as I?feel shielded and protected in the shadows of?My Master. I feel safe for now. My lack of knowledge of direction and purpose leaves my mind with no need to attend to anything around me but?Him, obediently following Him. Needing Him to direct?each step I take or fear being lost forever; and the lack of external stimulus only serves to further alert me to the fact that dripping cunt is doing?every attempt possible to gain my attention; dripping juices down my thighs as I walk, rubbing together and lubricating my thighs.?The image of Him between my legs too much and I truly?understand fear?as?I nearly cum at the thought of His cock. I have never seen His cock.?Too shy to ask for a picture but the desire great...the desire?for His cock, His cum, mounting daily to the point of today, Day 1 of Final Modification Training.

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Unexpectedly, despite my lack of expectations, we arrive at a taxi and it is clear we are going to travel with company for the time being. My utter disappointment at the lack of privacy with My Master clear, so much so that He leans forward at that point and tells me ?Fret not my little taxi-toy, you have a task? and slips a note in my hand. My mind spins in horror as my cunt swims in delight and my heart swells to please Him. My hands shake and fumble as I open the note...?Taxi-Toy Task. Simmer 3 times, for 5 minutes, over the course of 1 hour journey: Simmer 1 must include 1 finger to cunt. Simmer 2 must include 2 fingers to cunt – and you must ensure driver is entertained by the view also. Simmer 3 must include 3 fingers to cunt. Do NOT cum. Once each simmer is done, lick your fingers clean like a good whore.? I want to say I am suitably horrified by the thought of such public display, that I am only reluctantly contemplating completing the task under direct order, but in reality my skirt is raised beyond modesty and my legs have parted and I’m pushing my finger in cunt so deeply and frantically, desperately, and almost crying with both relief and frustration at the pleasure of the finger at long last and the torture of not cumming. My need to beg and plead not lost despite my training, and the words "Please Master, I'm begging..." escape my mouth?as clearly and fluidly as I drip from my lips. The words now out?that are filtering their way to the driver with his probbing eyes and pricked ears and I can only sit here visibly sweating from the strain of fighting cunt's will to cum and flushed shame.?Once again, in that split second, I both love and hate My Master for needing Him more. For needing Him now this instant, inside me, filling me and fucking me and cumming with me.?Needing Him?to feed me my fix of cum so that I am 'free' to function again, and feel the sanity of satedness again... until He decides otherwise and triggers?cunt at His will and renders me entirely His once again.?

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Hi Dear ISS readers. I thank you a lot for loving my stories and mailing me your feedbacks and being my friends. I really loved when few of you contacted me after reading my stories. You all are welcome to contact me and be friends. We can have a good time together while keeping each other’s privacy protected. Well, I am Akash, sharing another of my sex experiences with you all. You can contact me at You can reach out to my author page and check my other stories too. Now, coming to the...

Journey to Joy

Hello ISS Lovers! Please mail your comments about the story to Samyukta was to leave to Dubai in the next two days and the house brimmed with obscurity. She knew that life is going to be difficult without her parents and loving siblings, more so in a country about which she knew very little. The last fifteen days have been very memorable with roars of laughter ripping through every now and then. Being a woman with an enviable sense of humor, she had kept her parents, brother and sister in very...

Maa Mere Dost Ashish Ke Saat Kashmir Trip Pe Gayi

Hello friends, I hope aap sab thik honge, and enjoy kar rahe honge. Aap sabko mai batana chahta hun meri maa kaa name Vinni hai. Wo ek gathile badan ki maalkin hai. Uska figure 36-28-38 hai, aur height 5.5 hai, to aap khud andaza laga sakte hai ki wo kya maal lagti hogi. Ab mai zyada time waste naa karte huye seedhe story pe aata hun! Meri maa kaa affair mere ek dost ke saath chal raha tha. Ye baat mujhe kuch time pehle hi pata chali jab maine apni maa ke phone me WhatsApp pe uski chats padhli...

Mathis the Mountain Man

There he was, sitting near the rocks, whittling a piece of wood. Naked. Half the time, he was naked. I guess that was the perks of living in the woods by yourself. He was a real mountain man. A big, rugged fellow with tanned skin and dense dark hair all over, from his chest to his ass. He had a bulky body, but his arms and legs had natural muscle carved purely from physical labor from living out in the wilderness, and his thick uncut cock hung low like a third leg down between his...

Journey With My 4 Darlings 8211 Part 3

Hope you enjoyed the part 1 and part 2 of my story.Thanks for your valuable feedback and comments. Those who missed it can read it in below link. Coming to me , I am a software engineer working in Hyderabad.I am 5.7″ tall with average body and with satisfying cock ;-) Girls/aunties from Hyderabad who want to have a private sex/sex relationship can mail me @ Please do not hesitate in reaching me …will keep your details private and confidential. Coming to the story: Part 3: Like this ,days...

Journey Into Cuckoldry Eager Eighteen Part 1

A loud splash coming from the pool broke my concentration. I looked up from my book, blinking as the bright sunshine fought its way through my sunglasses.I smiled; two teenage boys were skylarking in the clear, warm water, both showing-off, each trying to appear older, stronger and more grown-up than the other. It had been the same the previous day, and the day before that, and the reason was obvious; my lovely wife Alice was sunbathing topless on the patio again.A brief flush of pride passed...

Jyoti Sharing Desires With Own Bro Ashish 8211 Part II

Hi this is Jyoti again I am very thankful for your warm response to my first story. For new reader I would like to describe myself again is I am 17 year and 5.6 ft tall with good curved figure ie.32C-26-34. I love to where western cloths and when every I wear tight top and jeans my curve become more attractive and I got hot comments also… My colour is fair and has long silky hair… my breast and bust are in good round shape and my brother is Ashish Bhaiya was 21 with handsome looks… his height 6...

The Lass Initiated the Laird Explosive Highlanders Series 35Chapter 8

“Please, Mrs Stratham, don’t just stand there, come in and close the door.” The Laird ripped her out of her surprise. They all sat around his massive desk, and the three of them looked at him. “It’s time we put this in the open,” he started with his authority dripping from every word. “My son says you did not accept his proposal,” his gaze bore into her. “Why was that? Don’t you love him?” Harriet eyed him in astonishment. It seemed he conceived no woman in her right mind refused his son....

Claires Awakening 2 Claire Cleans up

Claire burst through the door; she couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had just had her first sexual encounter, and it had been with Scott. The class clown with a reputation for being a horny beast. Her head was spinning. The way he touched her had made her feel like a sexual goddess, but in her mind she felt like she was just an innocent little virgin. Leaving her dad to watch whichever lame TV show was on, she had skipped upstairs to do homework; but things weren’t exactly going to...

Journey into Cuckoldry Fantastic Fifteen

It was Thursday night, one week later. The Grandparents were babysitting our two kids while my sweet, unfaithful wife and I went for what we had described to them as ‘a bit of light supper with some friends that might go on a bit late’. The truth was that it was nothing of the kind. Food was definitely a secondary consideration; the entire evening had been arranged by the She-Devil Carmen in order to allow me and our new friend Hilary to have an intimate sexual encounter in their house. For the...

Journey Of Indian Wife To Whore Part 8211 1

The heroine of the story Priya is a 26yr old Indian wife married to Arjun. They were married for a year now. They had a very wonderful one year. Priya was a bomb. She’s a show stealer right from her college days. The guys always use to imagine what it feels like to see her nude and touch those 34D firm breasts of her. She’s a modern and outgoing girl, so the jeans and t-shirts she used to wear only enhanced her 34-28-36 body size. Her height of 5ft 6in only added to her beauty. She had a few...

Journey Into A Beautiful World 8211 Part I

I am Raju, a software engineer from Anakapalli and this is my journey into a pleasant and happy world. The source of happiness was none other than my family which was usual for everybody but in my case it was a bit different. My family consists of my mom (Jaya, 40 years), dad (Vijay Kumar, 55 years) and my elder sister (Priyanka, 23 years, she is fondly called Chitti). I completed my engineering in Hyderabad and in campus selection got a job in a MNC. So at age 21 I was earning handsomely....

Journey Without Pants

Myself Bhama Chouhan, I am divorced due to some circumstantial situations, I’m 30 and have a four-year-old child, but he lives with my parents and I live all alone. It’s not so that my parents don’t support me, but it’s me who want to stand on my own feet. I have a perfect figure of 34 by 32 by 34, I looked ravishingly beautiful and no one could resist fucking me. I am a white beauty and sun usually turns me red. I got puffy lips, tight boobs, broad waist, broad thighs and up straight bums. My...

Journey to EdenChapter 10 Parting and Meeting

“Be careful, there is someone nearby.” Dann’s thought came to those who could hear it, even as he signaled the same message to those who could not. “Aard, look closely at the tree line to your left, at the single dead tree. Do you see anything strange about the bird perched there?” His protégé did as Dann instructed, and abruptly froze in concentration. “It is a decoy! It’s not real!” exclaimed Aard. “And now I see the hunter who waits near it, but I have never seen anyone like this before!”...

Pygmalions Chisel

_______________________________________________________________________ This work of fiction (pack of lies) is copyrighted by the author. Permission is hereby granted to re-post it to any FREE site provided the title, text, and author's name are unchanged. The names and/or descriptions of all persons, locations, firms and events are fictitious or used fictitiously. Any resemblance, or perceived resemblance, to actual persons, locations, firms, or events is purely coincidental and...

Journey into Cuckoldry Cloud Nine

“Forty-eight minutes!” Alice gasped as she burst through the kitchen door on Sunday morning and grabbed the watch that lay on the counter. She was merely a few feet ahead of me but those few feet were important. She turned to face me, panting, her face sweaty and pink with exertion. “I’ve never beaten you before!” she grinned broadly, leaning back against the table’s edge, her eyes bright with excitement and glee. “And you won’t beat me again,” I frowned then burst out laughing, “when my knee...

Journey Of A Submissive SexSlave The First Encounter

Hello, guys, this is Akshay Thakur again. This time with the story of one of the readers, written in my style. Before starting the story I want to thank the readers for all the emails and replies you guys are sending me. Let me make this clear all the earlier stories were my own experience. But this story is narrated by a reader named Minal Gupta. I am just writing on her behalf. She has consented to reveal her mail Id but only to genuine readers (and I’ll be the judge of that). So here is her...

Journey from New Delhi to Mumbai

This incident happened with me on my journey from New Delhi to Mumbai via Rajdhani Express 2 months back,I was travelling alone by IInd A/c and it was just 5 minutes for the train to leave and still in my cabin (which had 3 other seats vaccant) no other passenger had come and i had almost thought that I would be all alone in the cabin till Mumbai and got engrossed in reading a magazine and just as the train was to depart a sweet voice called out her seat number and was trying to locate it by...

Journey With My 4 Darlings Part 8211 1

Hi All, I am regular reader of Indian Sex Stories.Today I am describing about my real love and sex journey had with my Girlfriend. Coming to me , I am a software engineer working in MNC in Hyderabad.I am 5.7″ tall with average body and with satisfying cock ;-) Girls/aunties from Hyderabad who want to have a private sex can mail me @ will keep your details confidential. Coming to the story: Part1: It was first day of engineering college and I am late to college to take the admission.I and my...

Journey Of A Lifetime With One Of My Sexy Readers 8211 Part 2

Hi all, First of all I want to apologize for being so late in posting the next part. I have now moved to Delhi. Above is the link of the first and previous part of the story. We both slept late last night. I slept on lower berth and Aakriti went to the upper berth. We both were tired and didn’t had any energy left in us. We ate and went to sleep. Next thing I know someone is knocking on the door. The night was over just like that. I opened it. There was a lady at the door. She was beautiful,...

Journey Of A Lifetime With One Of My Sexy Readers

Hi girls, I’m back with another story. Firstly, I want to thank everyone who liked my previous story and a special thanks to the people who mailed me and appreciated me for my work. I want to request the readers that please stop asking me for pics and contacts of the girls with whom I had these encounters. It won’t happen. They are just for me.:p After reading my last story this girl contacted me. First I thought that it is a guy messing with me so I didn’t took it seriously. But I was wrong....

Journey With Aunt Ends Up In Bed

Hi ISS reader . This is Sameer age of 22 from Kathmandu Nepal. I am doing my bachelors in management. i have read a lot of stories here which are from India and found few from Nepal. As I am regular visitor of this site, I thought of sharing my own experience with you all. Hope you all will like this. For any feedbacks, my mail id is Aunties and girls from Nepal can contact me as confidentiality will be maintained in the relationship. Once I have to travel to Itahari which lies in the eastern...

Journey From KunoolHyd

Hi Friends.. This is my frist story im going to narrate you how it has taken place in a bus journey from kurnool to hyderabad. Frist i want to tell you about my self my name is Pradeep working as a cafe in-charge in hyd i’m 25 yrs old medium built with a fair complextion. I went to my native place kurnool for a important work and after compplition of my work iam returing back to hyerabad my mom came with me to drop me at the bus stand as it is a festival season bus stand is with full crowd,...

Journey with bride

The journey from Mum to Pune in AC Bus brought memories of a real experience. I had gone to a remote place in the Himalayas. Lone Bus that dropped me there at 12 noon was to go back to nearest small town at 3 pm. By the time I could visit my destination and return it was already 4 pm and the Bus had already left. There was no shelter there and the only alternative was to hitch a ride in a truck. The driver gave me the lift. I sat in middle and the cleaner on my left and driver naturally on the...

Journey Into Cuckoldry Eager Eighteen Part 2

Half an hour later, I lay awake on the sofa in the darkness, unable to sleep, my heart and mind torn, suspended in the familiar agony somewhere between Cuckold Heaven and Alpha Male Hell.From behind the closed bedroom door came the dull but unmistakable sounds of my sweet, pretty wife being comprehensively and very willingly fucked for a second time. Her cries of ecstasy were muffled as if she was trying to suppress the noise, but I knew them well to know that she was receiving the fucking of a...

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