My Little Slut: The Full Submission

My Little Slut lay sprawled on the motel bed, his lips still slick with the taste of another man, his jaw sore from being used, his caged cock dripping pathetically into the lace panties he had worn for me. His body trembled—whether from exhaustion, humiliation, or the relentless throbbing of the untouched cock locked away between his thighs, I didn’t care. He was mine to use, to train, to mold into exactly what I wanted.

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