Tara-
‘I don’t think I can do this,’ Scar said, sounding nauseous.
‘Scar don’t puss out on me,’ I replied.
“Do it, Tara. I’m close,” Mason grunted as I bounced on his pencil d**k.
I tried to push my canines out, but Scar was having second thoughts.
‘I think I’m gonna be sick,’ Scar choked out.
‘Oh, you stupid b***h. If you don’t get it together right now, I will f*****g beat your ass,’ I gritted, trying to push my canines out again.
‘Please, explain how that would even be possible, slut,’ Scar retorted, enflaming my irritation with her.
‘I’ll get Father to command you to stay still, while Mother shaves you,’ I said, making Scar gasp.
‘You wouldn’t,’ Scar sneered.
‘Try me, b***h,’ I gritted.
I tried my canines again, sighing in relief when they finally extended. I quickly sank th
