Bear’s face that I don’t think was factory-stitched. Looking around for an intruder dressed in black and not finding a soul in the well-lit bedroom was no comfort. xxx Bear…”
I could feel his soft fur against my bare vulva now. That evens the playing field. “You can stop talking like a Bond villain. Every waggle of my bare breasts was no doubt a gift to my captor, wherever he was, but even my panicked breaths made some waves. Once the buttplug plopped itself in my virgin cavity, I thought there was no possible way this could get more intense. I’m a freak only your mother could love. I’m a freak only your mother could love. Bear rolled his eyes and put his frustration into deep Barbie thrusts while pulling hard on her legs.
