Calling me, Jacqueline, as one of your phone chat numbers options will leave you feeling complete. Like the other day when my callers thick cockhead presses against my entrance slowly at first then with one powerful thrust claims ownership over every inch of my body once again . The pain from earlier fades away into oblivion replaced by pure ecstasy as we move together in perfect harmony – our bodies becoming one entity lost within passionate rapture unbound by time or space .
As we reach our peak together again screams muffled cries escape through gag while legs shake uncontrollably beneath him signaling submission yet desire all at once . When finally released from bondage , there’s no doubt left in anyone’s mind: this slut was made for bdsm experiences like these ones where boundaries blurred lines crossed leaving behind nothing but satisfaction etched onto sweaty skin.
We kept switching back and forth like animals rutting in heat until finally unloading heavy loads directly into each hole – marking our territory deep inside where no one else could ever touch them again.
As we collapsed onto the dirty floor, spent from our twisted act of pleasure and pain, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me knowing that another innocent soul had been claimed by the dark desires we shared. You leaned in close whispering words of praise into my ear about how well I took care of you both during this encounter – making sure our bond remained strong despite all the filthiness surrounding us.
We cleaned up quickly, untying her bound body gently before dragging her lifeless form away to dispose off discreetly… Our next target already chosen from within the crowds at mall earlier today – another unsuspecting victim waiting patiently for us to make them part of our sick little world.