The Claiming of Meteior s Queen
“M-master?” The blonde woman whispered from her position on all fours in front of the three nude males in the hall. “Come, love,” the largest one murmured as he tugged on the leash attached not to the gold and black collar that hugged her throat but to the black studded clamps that pinched her swollen nipples. Her ample breasts swayed as she crawled forward to follow her master’s muscled legs. “Now,” her master said, “Crawl to the throne to the left and await your orders.” The blonde hair...
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