Page 21 of Twisted Debt (The Debt Tales 1)

Doesn’t release the hold on the object in her ass.

I happily grin to myself while stepping back to gently remove the plug. “Such a good, little doll.”

Satisfied sighs and hums are presented in return.

The stretched open territory gets me groaning and glaring again as I lower myself to a squatting position. “Tongue today…,” a swift, single roll around the rim is stolen, “cock tomorrow.”

Meek moans can barely be heard thanks to the hair that’s still gagging her mouth.

She may try to object, but the deal is done.

Her tongue touched the dotted line.

And now there is no part of Zel Pierson that won’t belong to me.

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