Chapter 330 Her Cock Night:>>26

• After several more scrapes, he lowered her breast and scraped off the top, cruelly raking the stick across the still-growing weals as she groaned with pain. He repeated it all on her other breast until the glass was full. She stared in wonderment and pride at the lines on her breast flesh. She now wore his marks.
• "Remember, we can't let you get dehydrated. As promised, here's your second dessert." He held the glass so she could see the lurid mix of ice cream and his cum, combined with her own saliva and cunt juice. Her nose wrinkled in disgust and degradation. He lifted the bamboo and tapped it across her nipples. The threat could not have been more clear. She took a timid sip, now warmed from her breasts and the lamps. She'd forever crossed a threshold of depravity, she thought, swallowing the concoction. He was surprised when she drank the remainder more and more quickly, slurping noisily, and without being ordered, licked the inside of the glass till it was spotless.
• "That is certainly a dry martini glass," Matt said. "Did you enjoy your dessert?"