Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club - Ch. 5
CHAPTER 5
Bill stole into the house and down to the basement quietly. He
didn't want Connie to know he was there. She was just as he had left
her, suspended on the St. Andrew's cross, her tits heaving as the
alligator clips bit into her nipples, her pussy lips red and swollen
from supporting the weight of her body. He was momentarily taken
aback with the sounds he heard emanating from under the hood. Perhaps
the pain and the helplessness of her situation had driven her out of
her mind.
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