Erika

“Oh, Sir!”

The lights of the cabin are low as Victor's cock teases my core, rubbing over my clit and moving in and out of my entrance. I can’t hear anything but his voice, his breathing, the slaps of the flogger still ringing in my ears.

“Please,” I beg. My voice cracks with need, wanting him deeper, wanting more.

“I told you, kitten, where I was going to fuck you, and it's not in this tight, warm pussy.”

My throat dries ...