Tied to the cross and already shredded from my single tail whips, my whipping pig is completely destroyed by my 10-foot bullwhip cracking against his flesh. He cries like a bitch but I continue to lash him with my longest whip while until he is a broken man, able to only emote gratitude to his Mistress for bothering to him.
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Tied to the cross and already shredded from my single tail whips, my whipping pig is completely destroyed by my 10-foot bullwhip cracking against his flesh. He cries like a bitch but I continue to lash him with my longest whip while until he is a broken man, able to only emote gratitude to his Mistress for bothering to him.
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style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; background-color: #131313;" /> xoxo, Cybill Troy