Chapitre 600: 6 R-18
And when Constant took off his mask to reveal his true face, Loya was not too surprised, but felt lucky.
But soon after the joy, there was anger.
When her gag was removed, Loya looked at Constant in front of her angrily and asked, "What are you doing?!"
Constant did not expect that his identity would be discovered in advance, so he could only tell the whole story exactly as it was, about how the organization sent the wrong mission, about Loya's vacation, and his prank itself, and then he was prepared not to fight back and get beaten. Awakening.
"...Is this so?"
But Loya didn't get angry, but blushed.
"Really, although it's annoying, but since I'm actually on my day off now... it doesn't matter." Although she didn't want to say it clearly, the training last night had already made Loya horny.
"Besides, didn't I also make you lose a lot of money? Then, um, go ahead. Whatever you want, I, I will accompany you."
Constant did not fully understand the current situation, but seeing Loya's pussy still flowing with honey, he probably understood the direction of the matter.
"Really? Then I'll keep doing what I want to do." Some extreme games that I would never have the chance to do.
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The entire manor was deserted and everyone was sent on vacation, just enough time for him to do some bad things.
The previous clitoral ring was kept at Loya's residence and could not be brought back. Fortunately, he happened to have a replacement toy - an earring that Ileste had used as a decoration and was now thrown aside. It was big enough for him to hang. On Loya's clitoris.
"This, this is going to..." She already had a premonition, but there were some things that she couldn't express herself.
She was kneeling on a newly oiled wooden cart, her hands were tied behind her back, her legs were spread wide, and a rope of moderate thickness was tied to her clitoris ring.
Like a strayed dog.
A long time ago, she was dragged around the camp by the bandits, going in circles on the snowy night. Even though she was shivering from the cold, her hands and feet were cracked, and her fingers and toes almost fell off, no one allowed her to get any warmth. , instead he poured extremely cold water on her body.
Just thinking about it made her feel uncomfortable, but the reason for the discomfort was definitely not being led around by her clitoris. In fact, on the contrary, she, who could be called a slutty sow at this moment, had actually been looking forward to being tortured and humiliated.
It's just that she can't admit it or talk to anyone.
Loya's face was so hot that she didn't dare to look at her clitoris, or the way her clitoris would be stretched and deformed next.
The sound of Gulu Gulu sounded, and a strong pulling force stretched Loya's clitoris. The metal clitoris ring forcibly stimulated the sensitive nerves inside her clitoris. Pain and pleasure converged into a wave that swept through her body. , she gritted her teeth to keep herself silent. After less than ten meters from the main entrance of the mansion, she began to feel that it was not only her clitoris that was being pulled and deformed, but also her soul. Her soul seemed to have been I was hooked away from my body and wandered in this early autumn world connected by the rope.
During her time of freedom, years of training and a perfectly nutritional diet had almost doubled her weight. Her clitoris had to be torn off just to move, and she had to walk less than a kilometer. ? Just a little fantasy, her vagina was already flooded with honey juice, and she even lost control of urination.
As the waves of pleasure came one after another, the world in front of her had become a blur of ripples. In a world that almost didn't exist, the only thing left was the string, the clitoral ring, and her clitoris itself.
The pleasure and pain of pulling completely mobilized every nerve in her. The extreme pain and the extreme pleasure together turned her brain into chaos. All thoughts were cut off, leaving only orgasm, orgasm, orgasm. And because of the pain, Her body is extremely sensitive, and just a gust of wind can make her exposed skin feel a burning pleasure, as if something is lingering under the skin, teasing her nerves, shattering her consciousness, and reorganizing it into human flesh that only knows how to enjoy pleasure. Like an airplane cup.
Her eyes had lost their perception of things, leaving only those floating colors to let her know that she was being led into the distance. Every time she approached the limit, Constant would relax the pulling force and let the inertia drive the wooden cart under Loia to walk on the smooth road.
As we walked and stopped, the original blue gradually turned into light yellow. She could vaguely hear the sound of dry leaves being crushed, but more of it was the sound of her moaning from between her teeth.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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