I held on to the table as firmly as I could. Porn Drilldos? I feared it would do me harm. Just like sugar,” was her remark. I could not breathe normally. “Sort of,” I responded back. Her face crinkled. I didn’t even know what to do. “Sort of,” I responded back. She laughed again. I cried out, stationing my hands behind me. “This is sweet. Drilldos? Using her hands, she held my clit and massaged it for a while. Shout, ‘I am a bad bitch!’ Now!”
“I am a bad bitch!”
“Good girl. I am afraid of experimenting with hazardous things, you know.”
“Don’t be a coward for no good reason, Mia. She slipped her fingers into my ass and beat inside harder. If dad was not around to satisfy her needs, she would sneak into the guest room and moan and squeal in silence there. I bowed myself down, lifting my ass into the air and pointing it in her direction.
