Tuesdae

I’d never fought so hard to pull an orgasm out of a girl until Tuesdae. Tongue, lips, vibrator, that snapping cattle-prod bite—everything went to work between her thighs while cuffs bit at her wrists and the cane striped her ass. When she finally broke, the moan tore loose and her whole body bucked like it had been shocked awake. This is just the halfway mark; another round drops Thursday.