English Girl Goes to Brighton (Part 3)
The ordeal of the chair continues...will he let her come?
Still blindfolded, still bent over and bound to the leather chair, Hayley waited for him. The taste of his come was still there, still strong, on her tongue and in the back of her throat. She savored it, just as she did the wet feel of his come in her tender asshole. The cheeks of her bottom were sore, both from his hand and her wicked, wooden hairbrush. Her nipples were so damn tender she could feel the air move when...