The pain had to be released. The gag was forced to hold back a scream. Black porn The pain had to be released. My legs, holding up my body, were on the point of collapse. Something was forcing its way into my cheeks. A flamboyant white blouse that reminded her of David Bowie. “Alone.” And the door slammed closed. Sara didn’t know her name, but that hair meant she was her Flame. With a little respect. It was staying cold down there, and the temperature was approaching my clit. And it was now directly under me. “So I’ll let you suffer.” Flame ducked behind her. The rest of my body was fighting against the pain with it’s own torment. I tensed my arms again, as Flame reached out to the wall panel again. Now the suckling became clear. The cold was digging into my ankles and my thighs were complaining more than when I ran the marathon for charity. Like a knife edge pushing around my panty line.
