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Alright guys, this isn’t anything sexual, but a note I would like to highlight to the fellow SG erotica bloggers out there. This little bit affects me a lot, and if worked on, will certainly increase the amount of feedback or comments your blogs can receive.

Many of the bloggers uses WordPress, if not Blogspot for their medium of expressing their sexual desires. These free sites apply a standard configuration for accepting comments. That;

1. The commenter has to have an account with Blogger or WordPress or Tumblr, etc.

2. All comments have to go through the site owner before they are published.

3. And more settings that is not the point of my entry.

What I want to highlight is point number 1.

As a blogger and reader, I would like to keep myself hidden. Hidden being not exposing my email address, not using my public blog account to log in.

If all you bloggers can, and may, please allow anonymous comments on your site. They will still ask for an email address, and a name. At the end of the day, you will still need to go through all the comments, while the system will help filter all the spam that is reported from the other millions of blogs.

I would love to comment on many of the blogs, but this small inconvenience might just keep me from saying anything about any specific posts, if not the whole blog on its own.

Selfish as I am, I am concerned about exposing my identity while giving a comment. Most readers have an account to read blogs, and some don’t have. They are merely passer-bys who appreciate literature-inclined writers. As much as I do, I think they are happy to comment on your entries too.

Help me, help you, help them.

Seriously, I am dying to comment on some upcoming blogs.

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Edging

Me (whispering): ‘You sure about this?’

Yun: ‘Uh huh. You’ve been fantasising about this right?’

With my girl tied in bed, I sat next to her, armed with a double-headed dildo. Rubbing her inner thighs with my warm palm, she was looking at me with anticipation. We both wanted to try this at least once, and she would be the one suffering from this ‘activity’.

Yun (whispering): ‘Put it inside? I’m already wet.’

The pink cotton panties were a little damp, but there was still a long way to go from there. Splitting her wet folds gently, I pushed the thinner end of the dildo in, and sank it all the way into her. The tight clench of her hands with a gradual increase in her moaning volume, I could only start slow.

Yun was a virgin from the start, and we had only gone as far as petting. Never did she tell me she used her fingers until the night before, pleading with me to bring a toy for her so I could live out her fantasy.

Well, the term was ‘edging’.

Yun: ‘I’m going to cumm! Keep going!’

Pumping the dildo faster, her back arched upwards and I immediately pulled the toy out, to a little irritated struggle to make me put it back in.

Yun (whispering): ‘Baby, can we do the edging thing some other time? I need to cum now.’

Me: ‘Hey.. we can’t cheat.’

Her legs opened as the toy wriggle between her legs, entering her again. Slurping in and out of her hole, her voice was the only music in the bedroom, sensually expressing the pleasure of sex through her sweet voice. It was a light, soothing pitch that would get any man hard.

As her body trembled to signal a build up of orgasm, her face would remain calm, as though she was trying to ‘cheat’ a moment to herself. Very carefully, I slowed down as the dildo got harder to move inside her and we passed another spine-chilling climax.

Yun (panting): ‘I.. can’t take it anymore. I had enough.’

Me: ‘Noo.. fifteen minutes more to go. Bear with it k?’

*Ahhh.. *

The dildo started pumping again, and she fought through the moans to strike a deal.

Yun (moaning): ‘I’m going to let you try this some time. I promise. You have no idea.. arghh.. ‘

Her abs rose into the air as I increased my speed, forcing her legs to float at ninety degrees, allowing me to go deeper. Besides the usual tinkering of the straps that bounded her, the next fifteen minutes was fairly peaceful. Even so, one thing that changed was her gaze. From the loving, understanding one, it had turned into a lip-biting, vengeful grin that scared me a little.

Me: ‘Okay.. I’m going to go all the way k?’

Yun: ‘No no.. free me first.’

She suppressed the complimentary orgasm and made me lie in her place, with my shorts and underwear gone.

Yun: ‘Can you reach behind me and put it back in?’

My arm went around her back and she guided the dildo in, with the thicker head inside this time. Naturally, I started moving the toy and her body, with was slouching right next to me, bent over to cap me with her mouth.

Using that toy that was getting slippery, I rammed it deep into her and she was sucking me with such force I could feel an ache down there. Still shoving her head over my dick, I just kept moving my hand as the urge built up. Barely able to contain my horniness, she was fondling my balls too – which made things worse.

Me: ‘I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.’

Yun: ‘Gden shoo.. ‘

With the approval of a cum-in-mouth, I let her did her work and focused on the dildo. Going faster at the same time as she did, she went lower down my shaft and we broadcasted our groans together.

Yun (moaning): ‘Oh yes.. don’t stop.’

I held her head down and kept myself still as my hips buckled, squirting my hot load into her. At the same time, a stream of juice flowed down the dildo where my hand held it. A shy shiver shook through her body and her lips broke free from my rod, gasping for air as I patted her head.

Turning her face towards me, a drop of cum hang by her lips and a smile softened my heart. She hopped on top of me and cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand, forcing a hard kiss onto me with her soft lips.

Yun (whispering): ‘I’ll be saving it for you. And only you. Keep it hard for me k?’

She tucked herself into my arms and continued playing with my soft rod, massaging it while half a dildo remained inside her pussy.

Me (whispering): ‘Do you want to bring it home?’

Yun: ‘Yay! Thanks baby!’

She laid sideways and opened her legs, masturbating herself with the toy while I kneaded her breasts for her. A lovely relationship? Sure it is.

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Drugged and Loved 2

Part 1 | Part 2

I was in such a mess I couldn’t even ask him what he put in my drinks. Pleasure, mixed with pain from his vengeful fucking, was shooting me up.

Him: ‘Here bitch. Take it down your throat.’

He flipped me over and dragged me to the edge of the bed, where my head dangled lifelessly. My vision went dark when my throat felt his long dick spreading it apart. It was hot, salty and repulsive. My body was so weak I couldn’t choke, nor breathe.

He just kept jamming it into my face, hurting my nose while my hand subconsciously went to my pussy to masturbate. Suddenly, it didn’t feel like my body anymore. I had travelled out of my body and watching this girl, strangely looking very similar to me, getting face-fucked while she got herself off.

The man’s face was darkened, and an aura of hatred came with it. A jolt through my body woke me up when my throat tightened, deprived of air as he stayed motionless in my mouth.

A gradual expansion of his shaft unloaded a warm pool of liquid in the part of my mouth where I could not spit nor swallow, burning me as my gag reflex regurgitate an acidic mush of dinner.

He pulled out of me with a drop or two of cum dripping into my nose and placed me back flat on the bed.

Flashes of light was shooting across the ceiling like stars, and my pussy felt exceptional warm.

He fished a small bottle from his suitcase and put it at my cheek, pinching my nose to get my mouth to open. He emptied the bottle and I struggled to swallow so that I could breath. Inhaling once or twice, I blacked out.

Dad: ‘Hey! Wake up! Wake up!’

The violent shaking of my shoulders woke me up and a blanket was pulled over my body. He.. my dad was after all, still the only person I can rely on to be there whenever shit happened.

Me (whispering): ‘Dad.. he drugged and fucked me.. ‘
Dad: ‘Get dressed and sleep. Daddy will take care of it tomorrow. Promise.’

He went into his room opposite of mine and left the door open, probably so he could hear me if I called for him. Watching him remove his shirt in that incandescent light from the bedside lamp, his body suddenly became the apple of my eye.

I couldn’t resist the urge my body had to spread those legs and finger myself, possibly due to the second dose of whatever he drugged me with. No matter how hard I tried, my own fingers doesn’t seem long enough to be able to scratch that itch.

Once the light from his room dimmed, my instincts took over, skipping out of the bed with a floral shawl he bought for me.

Entering his room quietly, his weathered look couldn’t be more attractive with my hand still on my clit. I climbed under his blanket and he felt my presence immediately, flipping himself on his back to place some boundaries between us.

Dad (whispering): ‘Sleep tight dear.’
Me (whispering): ‘Daddy?’
Dad (whispering): ‘Yeah?’

My hand slipped into the pair of loose gym shorts he wore to sleep and held his dick – for the first time. I could barely wrap my fingers around and it was about 5 inches unerected. What the hell did my mum leave him for?

He tried to pull my hand away but couldn’t do so as I grabbed them tighter. My body curled into a ball to go under the blanket and just as he tried to cover his dick from outside the sheets, he had pressed onto my head. My mouth was over his dick and tongue went to work immediately, throwing him into confusion about the legitimacy of what we were about to do.

Dad: ‘Ger.. ahh.. ‘

His dick had grown and told me its wish. I was taking him deep throat without any resistance like before. The suffocation was sending pleasant shivers down my spine, all the way to my vagina.

Quickly adjusting my position, I was kneeling in doggie next to him slurping away on the big gulp. Dad too, did not feign decency and leaned over to my ass, where he sent two of his thick fingers into that juicy hole that had its share of dicks.

I was sure he could feel how much my pussy needed it. I was basically massaging his fingers inside of me. And every joint, curves, can be pictured in great detail.

Before he could sit up to end the incestuous rape, I ended the blowjob and did a quick flip to sit on his abs. Yes, abs, that was how fit my dad was. The dick I held behind me was still throbbing, and the deep gaze of his eyes silenced whatever wrong he was about to express.

Placing a finger on his lips, I slid my wet pussy down his belly and paused when I felt the tip at my clit.

Dad (whispering): ‘Lift up.’

My knees closed a little and his dick slipped over my clit. He gracefully moved his hips to stroke my sensitive spot without penetration and made me leak even more lubricant, all over his shaft.

As he went faster, my fingers were digging into his shoulder blades. It felt better than sex, or was he just hinting how better can sex be with it inside me?

Stroke after stroke, my pussy was shifting downwards, till the tip poked into me.

Me: ‘Daddy.. don’t move.’
Dad: ‘Are you sure?’

I nodded my head looking at our genitals, not able to see a single thing in the darkness. That huge rod was splitting my vagina as well as my head, flooding my senses with pleasure as every vein brushed across the walls of my uterus.

There were no words to describe how heavenly it felt, especially when we stopped moving inside each other. He knew how to use that tool of his well.

Me (whispering): ‘This was all I needed, for you to be inside me forever.’
Dad: ‘Come.’

I laid on his chest, listing to his heartbeat as my pussy peeled away from his groin, but still connected.

Dad (whispering): ‘Would it be better.. ?’
Me: ‘Huh?’
Dad (whispering): ‘If I can move inside you forever?’

With that said, his hips wriggled on his Japan-imported mattress and thrusts his cock upwards. The big contrast between my tightness and his size became so real my mind had problems imagining it. Each entry felt as good as the first, and each exit left my body begging him not to.

My hips threw me upright and while my knees maintained the gap between our groins, my hands were kneading my 34C cups for more. Unknowingly, I got tighter for no reason and he was groaning as fast as I was.

Dad: ‘Dear.. *sigh* You’re.. so.. tight.. ‘

Seconds later, my sight went blur and I found myself motionless on top of him, body shaking violently as my pussy sprayed all over his body.

Dad: ‘Dear.. I think.. ‘
Me: ‘Lie down Dad.’

My hips began rocking across his lap, swallowing his dick to fulfil my own needs. I was still wet like when we just started, and my clit and nipples were itching badly. Only an orgasm would take them away, and it was for a few seconds. It was time to get more of it.

He took over my hands to massage my boobs and let me do my job. I had began to enjoy his groans, his size that was stroking my g-spot continuously, the short stubs of his pubs that tickled my clit. He was the perfect figure for me, and inside of me.

About five orgasms later, my body was wearing out and my movements got sluggish. He was still strong and fondling my nipples, yet paying his full attention on me.

Me (whispering): ‘Daddy.. ‘
Dad: ‘Finally done?’
Me: ‘Can you help me finish you off?’
Dad: ‘I’ll try.’

He sat up and placed his arm around my neck, carefully resting me on the pillow and turning me to a side. He flipped my body over by the waist and with my face down, he got my ass up in the air.

Dad: ‘Tell me if it hurts k?’

Slowly, he pushed his dick into my pussy and warmed it up, filling it up with life through the pulsating heartbeat I felt. Like a locomotive, his hips began moving and the piece of hot rod slipped easily in and out of me, as if I was at my final task.

Everything had returned to normal. No itch, no urges, just pure sex. As the dreadful thoughts of my ex-sugar-dad was fucked out of my head, dad took his pleasure spot.

As he rocked on, it got thicker, and hotter. Though I had never felt anything so realistic and close.

Me: ‘Daddy, are you going to cum?’
Dad: ‘Yeah bae, you can feel it?’
Me: ‘Go all out then.’

I clenched my fist on the bedsheets as he picked up his pace, burying the full length into me. The slapping sounds from our bums went like firecrackers, driving me insane with his sheer speed.

Under a minute later, he pulled my waist backwards and a loud groan ensued. He pulled out of me and threw me onto my back, kneeling his way to my waist before his load exploded over my body. He probably wanted to end at my mouth but he had held back for too long. The warm semen touched my cold stomach and he had managed to splatter all the way to my neck.

The amount he gifted.. some of it flowed down my sides and some were collected in my belly button.

Dad: ‘I’m so sorry. Let me get a towel for you.’

He disappeared and appeared from the bathroom, bringing his scented towel to me. Cleaning myself up with his body scent, couldn’t be anymore intimate. After we were dried, he cuddled me in his arms, reassuring that he will be there for me.

After that night, his company made amendments to his working hours, allowing him to spend more time with his daughter, hopefully building a case to eliminate alimony altogther. Though I must say, he was spending as much time with her, as well as inside her.

Part 1 | Part 2

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Drugged and Loved

Part 1 | Part 2

A few weeks back, a reader going by the name ‘Ghost’ had emailed me with some ideas for an incest story. Besides the unprecedented (as far as my stories goes) plot, the complexity of the situation will put my attention span to the test. His description of the details.. even I suspected that the story might just be true.

Here, I shall write from the ‘daughter’s’ point-of-view, and let my mind do the work.

A year ago on this day, my parents separated for reasons they never told me. As much as I was curious, I didn’t probe too far into the cause of the divorce. Not only was I in my first year of poly, I had lessons outside my curriculum to keep up with my already-in-progress musical career, in particular, on the piano.

Losing my mum had the most impact on my life, for like her, she knew how to enjoy life. Lavish dinners at night, seemingly casual, easy job for the day. I had no idea what job she had, but the pocket money she gave me apart from my dad’s, were in the hundreds. So I assumed she was doing better than him.

When she was with us, I had no clue about ‘saving’, ‘thrifting’. I could buy what I desired, and stayed out as late as I wanted. Now that I am with my father, whom often reminded me that ‘mum left us for another man’, things were surprisingly – the same. The friends who knew what I went through had gone to different schools, and my new friends didn’t know I was in a single-parent family.

Friend: ‘Wah! Samsung Note 4 sia.’
Me: ‘You’re the first to notice! From my dad!’

If only. Not that he is poor, or that he doesn’t know I am like any other teenagers. His job didn’t let him spend too much time at home, let alone with me. Being a CEO of a well-known MNC, or in fact, any company, meant that he brought home quite a huge piece of the cake. Only to be shared with my mum who was no longer with us.

From what I knew, his company stood by him during the proceedings and fought till the smallest possible amount of alimony was achieved. In his situation, 30%. Thirty. Fucking. Percent. Those could be mine. Just imagine.

I have only myself to blame when I reach home everyday, pretending to have missed him. Truth is, I have a boyfriend out there. To date, I wasn’t sure if I was just his sugar-babe or girlfriend. The amount of money he spent on me, the number of times we had sex everywhere imaginable, confuses me.

He was slightly older than me, but he knew how to care for me. Each time we met, a handjob would be the minimal requirement. My way of loving him was to keep him sexually satisfied. Well, at what age I lost my virginity is another story. But for him, he just needed a girl.

Since that age when nicer looking clothes could fit me, my wardrobe was filled with tight-fitting tank tops, tube dresses, tiny thongs, strapless bras, short loose skirts, ass-hugging ones, beautiful and sexy dresses. From who did I get that from? My mum. That was how she dressed, and a part of me wanted to be like her. Never a sign that she could not afford anything.

Luckily or unluckily, I found ‘him’. And that piece of body-con tube top with ass-tight leather skirt was never put on again after we got together. Sure, happy I was. But I knew he wasn’t the man I was going to marry.

I had brought him over on nights my dad didn’t come home, and we made wild, consensual love that thickens my wallet. How can I deny that sex felt great? I can get wet by simply thinking about my favourite toy in me.

It was that night, that I had ‘smuggled’ him home. All I could remember was drinking like crazy, and something in that whisky tasted so good I just had to have more. Before I realised, trails of juices were flowing down my legs and I had to leave the club, dragging him along to get me home so I could get high on sex.

Once we locked the bedroom door behind my back, he unzipped my bare-back lacy black dress and shoved me to the bed. For a start, I totally did not mind falling face-down on the soft, Italian mattress. Half sober, only my ears could be relied on to tell me what was happening. Zipper sounds, heavy breathing, and a slight ache when he pierced into her pussy.

Me: ‘Go slow.. and fuck hard.’

My body was getting what it needed. Deep, hard thrusts and reached my womb and beyond. All I could remember was getting pounded so hard I lost count of my orgasms, squirting onto my bedsheets while taken in doggie.

Something inside me was screaming to be released. Something that only.. right then. I knew what was causing the unusual level of horniness. It was drugs. Whatever type it was, I was craving for more.

More.. More of what I didn’t know. Until the end of his revenge.

Part 1 | Part 2

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A Little Rub

To make up for the lapsed entries everyone has been waiting for, J is publishing a story he just completed. Apologies for what happened, and this will be one of the few (hopefully) this month during the hiatus. Once again, thank you guys for your continual support.

Melinda (whispering): ‘Hey! Not here!’

Rick pushed his way between her crossed legs and she let him, trying to sit lower under the table in case anyone walked past. She had wore the blue spaghetti top with thin straps and a pair of white skirt that has a high slit between her thighs. That particular outfit was bought by him for dates on such free days from their work.

Rick’s fingers pushed onto her matching white panties and caused a moan, where she quickly silenced by grabbing his bulge in response. Stroking his member, she felt her panties shifting to the side and his fingers coming in direct contact with her pussy.

Rubbing away, her reaction was slowly pushing her embarrassment away.

Melinda (whispering): ‘Wait wait.. ‘
Melinda: ‘Umm.. excuse me. Where is the toilet?’
Waiter: ‘Upstairs.’

She grabbed her purse and Rick led the way, spotting a store room that has a sign ‘Staff Only’ on it. Without a word, he dragged her into the room and flipped her skirt, pinning Melinda against the wall and digging into her panties.

Rick (whispering): ‘You’re so wet babe.’
Melinda (whispering): ‘And you’re so hard.. ‘

As they continued petting, they had missed the footsteps coming up the stairs, till the door suddenly burst opened wide. A quick fumble tucked his dick back between the zipper and her skirt was messily hanging on her mid-thigh, while her spag top was barely covering her nipple-sticker-only boobs.

Waiter: ‘C’mon! This is out of bounds.’

Being the last two customers in the resturant, there was no need to pay extra attention to them. They got it all. Shamelessly, the guy fished two pieces of fifty dollar notes and handed to him, before leaving his girlfriend to get her skirt into place.

Melinda: ‘Just don’t report this to your boss k? This is for you.’

Another fifty dollar note was pushed into the waiter’s palm and they hurried downstairs to their belongings.

Waiter (shouting): ‘Excuse me miss!’

Melinda turned back to see what she had forgotten and only saw him pointing at the ceiling. To her shock, an old rotating camera was in the corner and the red LED light was unmistakable.

Melinda (shouting): ‘Wait!’

Melinda (shouting): ‘Dear! Dear!’

The swinging glass door needed no more description as it signalled his departure, leaving her helpless with the waiter who was pissed off by their late night dinner beyond his working hours.

Melinda: ‘Fuck my life!’

Her wallet was empty save for a few pieces of two dollar notes, and the waiter just stood at the cash register finalising their bill.

Melinda: ‘Umm.. I can give you more money.. ‘
Waiter: ‘It’s alright. I’m not after money. I need to go home.’
Melinda: ‘Will your boss check the CCTV?’
Waiter: ‘It records when there are motion detected. Your boyfriend didn’t stay quite still right?’
Melinda: ‘Ex.. I’m so done with him.’
Waiter: ‘Okay. So can I go now?’

She rushed outside the restaurant and yanked the halfway-down shutter, closing it fully. Getting back to her unkempt table, she began stacking the plates with her shaking hands.

Melinda: ‘I’ll help you pack k?’

The waiter did not say anything and joined her, bringing all the plates into the kitchen where they were left in a sink. Without stopping, she began washing them till all the dishes were in it.

Waiter: ‘Excuse me. This is my job. You can leave already.’

He shoved her aside with his hips and took over the washing, while she stood out of sight. Slowly, sobbing sounds got louder but no one paid attention, there were things to be done thanks to her – or them.

Until the sight of her blue spag came onto the dish rack where he piled the plates, only did he quicken and finish the last of them.

He turned around to see Melinda nude, with just a pair of stickers on her breasts. Needless to say, an erection stirred under his work pants and he led her out of the kitchen with her top.

Melinda (sobbing): ‘Can you do something about the CCTV?’

Standing in front of the sweet-looking, brown haired girl, she remained seated after completing her sentence. His belt came undone and pants peeled opened, with a hard object behind his underwear.

With her teary eyes, she began stroking his dick, that had not seen any release in a week. Knowing what she should do, her hand did not stop pumping to get him to groan continuously.

Waiter: ‘Hey, I think it’s okay. I don’t think it’s going to be easy to get me to shoot.’

Her lips parted and a bit of snort lubricated his entry. As she went straight to deep throat, a long groan satisfied him and his hand went behind her head, guiding her into the momentum that was fast but nothing she could not handle.

A hand reached for her boobs and squeezed, making her go deeper for longer duration. The full wrath of her throat was massaging his rod and he was getting so close to demanding sex.

Gradually, moans came and the blowjob was at its full speed, pressing all the right spots for him to cum.

Abruptly, Melinda stopped and caught her breath, before standing up to remove her panties. Those sticky, wet panties only told him one thing, one thing that she got ahead to asking him for.

Melinda (whispering): ‘If I fuck you, can you help me out of this mess?’
Waiter: ‘Then I don’t want it.’
Melinda: ‘Please, you have to help me.’

She lifted her body onto the table and opened her legs, skirt pulled all the way to her waist. She gently held his dick and brought it closer. Using her feet, she pushed him into her and the size of it immediately garnered a tight huge into her boobs.

Melinda (whispering): ‘You’re really big.. bigger than.. ‘

Using the bit of extra meat on her ass, she rocked her body back and forth, fucking the lucky guy without him moving a muscle. Suddenly, he held her still and looked down into her eyes, pulling himself out at the same time.

Waiter: ‘I’ll help you. You can stop already.’
Melinda: ‘Really?’

A nod from him secured her worried state and he helped her off the table. Before he could pull his pants back, she stopped him and wrapped her slim fingers around his rod.

Melinda: ‘At least let me help you shoot.’
Waiter: ‘Hey.. no.. ‘

He could not finish what he wanted to say in that mouth that quickly devoured him, moving way faster than when he received her blowjob out of guilt. This time, it was gratitude and he could feel it in his balls.

Ramming her face into his groin, his hips went to work and moved in sync, pounding at her beautiful face.

Waiter: ‘I’m going to cummm.. ‘

She slid his cock down her throat and held it in place, letting her body squeeze him for the final blow.

*Ahhh*

Choking slightly, his huge load of cum poured into her stomach, where she could not hold him in any longer and pulled herself away. He lined her gullet all the way to her lips with cum, till a few gentle sucks drew the last bit of him out.

The sexed-up duo rested for a few minutes before wearing their clothes back, skipping her panties and stickers for her final outfit.

Waiter: ‘Wait for me for a while. I’ll rewind the tape to overwrite your part.’

He disappeared into the storage room again, and swapped it with a new tape, keeping the ‘action-packed’ one into his bag. There was still lots to do with the old one.

Waiter: ‘Done!’

She gave him a kiss to thank him and hopped on a cab, where he offered to drop her off before heading home. During the ride, the unsatisfied girl was clinging onto him and hinting for him to help her out.

What more could I say when he alighted with her, at a humble HDB flat where she lived with her parents. In a way, the ‘blackmail’ kind of sex turned her on and into a lady that could not keep her panties dry. Especially not with the waiter who found a way to own and keep her at his disposal.

Imagine what happens every night after the restaurant closes.. the banging sounds.. the sensual moans.. the unforgettable explosion in that cutesy looking, pink lipstick mouth..