little-miss-conception: morerisk: She had lost count of the days. It had been months at least. He wo
little-miss-conception: morerisk: She had lost count of the days. It had been months at least. He would feed her, let her roam around the property, and entertain herself. But five times a day, she back to the room (or be dragged back). On the days she resisted, she was bound. He knew exactly how long she had been there, and tormented her with it. Every cycle he would fuck her longer as her dangerous days approached. Wait a little longer to pull out, leaves a spurt or two inside her. At first he started pulling out 7, 8 days before she started. Now it was three or four. Deep, heavy loads. She didn’t know if today he would push the envelope forward, or stop short, having her taste her juices again as he coated her lips and chest. She didn’t know anymore what she wanted. To live in this constant torment or to finally have closure. Delicious. I’d be a happy woman… -- source link