Crawl Stories

My plaything howls. A dewy droplet oozes from her bare pussy streaked with belt marks. She snarls, writhing on the bed, straining bonds holding her spread-eagle. I lash her again. "Promiscuous slut!" She arches. Wails. Slumps. Drips. Her fiery gaze locks with mine, chest heaving. "Yesss! Cast the devil from my cunt." Selected specifically from the congregation, I offered my neighbour penitence for her adulterous confessio...