Caira s Enslavement
Caira was a pretty, normal girl; she worked hard, played hard and loved hard. That is why a large smile lit her face as she listened to the voice mail. The deep voice resonated pleasure through her lithe frame. ?I’ll be there at 7:30? he said forcefully, ?make sure to have my Toy ready.? Immediately her slit grew moist and warm, his voice and the use of her nickname turning her on. She glanced up at the clock, already 3pm that was going to cut it fine indeed. He would usually give her a...