Chapter 85


"Now then..." I tease, yanking her corset to her waist, "what do I have to do to make you sing, Ms. Swan?"

She kicks maniacally, but I'm already across the room selecting implements of torture when I hear, "You can't make me talk, you sick bastard!"

"I was hoping you'd say that," I answer gruffly, kneeling over her face and stuffing my dick inside her mouth. "Watch the teeth," I warn. With two swift swoops, I clamp her hardened nipples between the alligator claws.

Her hips fly off the desk and I press them down harshly, thrusting down her throat.

A/N: Do NOT mess with Bad Copward...or Ida Kinky Ho. ;)

Take it, Tot!

xxx ~IDH