Mystery Mistress 8
Like a police sketch artist, your mind quickly drew a picture out of Hayley's words. It rocked your world. You whimpered. You weren't sure if it was pain from the spikes, arousal from Hayley's touch and your vision, or your own horniness pushing what you could endure. Maybe all of it. But it was too much for your body to hold in, and the escape came out of your mouth. You knew it was audible. You couldn't help it. But now it was done, and the room had once again stopped.
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