Torture phone sex with Reagan

 

 

 

 

I had gotten a note from a guy that I liked; and I met him at one of the campus buildings after dark, like he told me. It was dark, so I jumped when the door slammed behind me. A small light in the middle of the room flickered on; and, there I saw her…someone who has been haunting my dreams ever since I met her: Reagan. Even the name evoked fear and excitement throughout my body. Last time, she told me that I was a poor dumb slut that was lucky to be alive.

With her trusty blade, she slashed my clothes so that I was standing there naked and shivering. I wanted to run, but I was paralyzed in place and she knew it. She smiled and went to the corners of the room. Her beautiful, terrifying limbs dipping into the darkness, followed by a clicking sound.

It happened so fast that I didn’t even know what was coming at me. As my eyes focused, I was able to see the ferocious mutts before they knocked me to the ground. I screamed out loud when I realized what was happening between my legs: there was a mutt pushing his cock inside of me! He was heavy and Reagan was placing another smaller one on its hind legs. We were a train of panting and fucking!

The mutt’s member continued to swell inside of me to the point of it pinching my cervix. I begged for it to stop, but that’s when I heard laughter. There were other people in the room—and I didn’t even know who they were. Regan’s maniacal laughter was like music; she could see that I was struggling but also becoming wet…even though I knew it was wrong. She leaned down and whispered, “Now you really know what kind of bitch you are!” What power did this woman have over me?! I wasn’t sure, but I liked it! Daddy would die if he knew that I was falling for this deliciously evil woman!

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