Oleg
I slip my fingers out of Story. My lips find her jaw, drag back to her ear, leaving a trail of hot kisses against her smooth skin. I breathe in her sweet, vanilla scent. My shalun'ya loved her s******g. Her juices coat my fingers, her pulse beneath my lips still hectic. I wish I’d paid more attention to the discussions in the living room about whipping women.
Ravil met his wife Lucy at some private club in D.C. where he did such a thing to her. And last month, Pavel consensually enslaved a friend of Sasha’s after dominating her at the sister club in Los Angeles. He spends his nights demanding her s****l obedience via videoconference every night and flies out there to tie her up and hurt her in person every weekend. That’s already more than I wanted to know. I didn’t listen to the ba
