The Sounds He Makes

The Sounds Makes by Kilted Wookie He sighed as she took him into her mouth. The sighs turned to contented groans as she worked her lips up and down his shaft. The groans were accompanied by spasmodic jerks of his hips as she tongued the tip of his cock's swollen head. "You're so good," he... Continue Reading →

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Marked

Marked by Kilted Wookie Her skin was marked. Hot lines, angry lines; such a contrast from the pale, soft white skin between them. They were the lingering evidence of the belt's kiss. In her mind, she relived the thrashing; feeling the hot tears on her face as she was made to count each stinging lash.... Continue Reading →

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