Part two of "One Sadistic Evening"

My smooth muscular legs demand a victim to trample. But I am a lush, a connoisseur of sadism; a plain old meat sack laid out in defeat will simply not do. This freshly pierced and whipped-raw meat sack however, is exactly the kind of treat a spoiled brat like Me is after.

I spare none of his weak spots, digging My spiked pointy heels into his fresh whip cuts. Crushing him between the ground and My spectacular 7" stilettos. Each one of My dainty steps driving the needles in his chest deeper into his skin and eliciting deep groans of subser... Show more