It was well past midnight when she came, though I was indeed weak and weary, exhausted by the struggle of putting metaphorical pen to digital paper.”Mistress!” I rejoiced. “Inspire me once more and I will be your eternal slave.”She was a fetishist’s wet dream. a goddess in skintight leather and shining latex. In silent disdain
The reason why im (and probably many are) attracted by HannahDemon
Hey… Hannah again… this time im trying to take you to sink deeper with me in the thoughts of… well… bestiality My second story… wel… wont really be an actual story with a constant timeline.I think the main reason i came here and registered to post stories was to tell this exact one, which i