Dirty Weekend Part Three
Dirty Weekend. Part Three. ‘At first, I was truly frightened. I could taste the fear in my mouth, feel it running through my veins. Then I felt a stirring, deep in my pussy.’ ‘You are ok though? As much as I know you have fantasised about being abducted, I would not put you at risk. You do know that don’t you?’ ‘Yes baby. I’m a little sore, but I enjoyed every last minute, every drop of cum, every thrust into my mouth, pussy and arse. Tell me though, how did you organise it. This was a last...