Chilies Stories

Mounting heat. Burning. There’s nothing else as Mistress Tara’s latex-gloved fingertips wank my erection. I twist, gasp, bonds straining the bedframe. Her European lilt offers escape, embodying her ad: Pain Slut. Couples a specialism. “Enough?” My bleary gaze lands on Becca, tethered open alongside. More chili juices smear my throbbing cock, the rush ripping through me. “Ffucckk! Antidote!” Mistress smiles. Snaps off the...