Sister Slave

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„What are. . . what are you,“ Mandy tried to speak, tried to ask only to feel me overpowering her, flipping her over, slamming her stomach across the floor before kissing the back of her neck. Holding her in place as she felt the tip of my tongue slithering down the base of her spinal cord, before slowly, reaching the back of her ass. „Warming you up for your training with Master,“ I hissed. . .