Mr Rain can seem very cruel. He loves me to make me cry. Loves to beat me until my whimpers turn into tears. Loves to know he has that power over me.
Touches me, makes me squelchinginly wet and then fucks me for his pleasure only. I am for his use. A plaything to be abused.
And the more abused I feel the wetter and more turned on I become.
But there is no release, not when I am with him. He doesn't reward with pleasure, he rewards with pain. And I love it.
Touches me, makes me squelchinginly wet and then fucks me for his pleasure only. I am for his use. A plaything to be abused.
And the more abused I feel the wetter and more turned on I become.
But there is no release, not when I am with him. He doesn't reward with pleasure, he rewards with pain. And I love it.
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