As he led Lilith inside, DeSade didn’t worry about the sounds from any of the other rooms scaring her. “Oh, god! Fuck! She squirmed. That had been nearly a week ago, and she finally had to admit that he wasn’t coming. We both know you’ve fucked your boyfriend.”
Lilith’s eyes widened, and the fear he saw there went straight to his cock. It was her nicest bra. “I promise, Lilith.” He got out his wallet and removed five twenties. * * *
As Master DeSade hit her ass with stroke after stroke, Lilith cried and screamed. “It looks like I have $120 in here. Sweet Jesus, her tight little cunt squeezed his cock. He lowered the garage door behind them, got out, and hurried around to open the door for his newest whore. DeSalle smiled in a way that no longer seemed friendly. He’d need to toughen her up a little, but that was half the fun.
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