Married to a monster 7
The naked slut in the cellar is still desperately rubbing her pussy when Pari puts the wet cloth on my back with trembling hands and covers it with a delicate mohair blanket so that I don’t freeze. How touching of her. Her face is still wet with tears. “If you try to fake it, you’re out,” I say into the mic because I can see her starting to moan artificially loud down there. She’s getting desperate. “Fifteen minutes,” I say and lean back. She closes her eyes and really gets into it. Whatever she’s imagining, it’s not working. In her circles, she’s considered a merciless bully and a snobby bitch. Let’s see how much she likes being at the bottom herself. “You’re pathetic, bitch. Is he fucking you for money? You’ve got five minutes left.” …