Sexual intercourse Stories

“She’s going to whip us,” Beth whispered to me. We were hanging by our wrists, face to face, in Cynthia’s dungeon. Her mother approached with an evil-looking implement. “You two had your pleasure for the evening,” she purred. “Time to pay the piper.” The black lace domino mask that covered the area around her eyes did not conceal the devilish gleam that flickered in them. It also did not hide the wicked smirk that danced...