The memories of that trauma still lingered, but his words,Búp Bê “I can’t believe how gorgeous you are,” seemed to momentarily distract her from the pain. “Oh fuck…I’m coming…I’m coming so hard,” he gasped, his voice a raw, ecstatic whisper that seemed to vibrate through every cell of her body.

As he threw his head back, his eyes closed in rapture, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. With a detached air, he lifted one foot at a time, removing the panties from her legs, his fingers brushing against her skin in a way that made her shudder. “Does my cock make you feel like a dirty little slut?”

Kenna tried to respond, but her voice was trapped in her throat, unable to escape.