“What—what are those?” The question comes out in a harsh whisper as I take in the scars along her stomach, and full exposed arms. Now that I see the more prominent ones on her side, on her thighs, I see the ghost of those scars almost everywhere on her. Worst yet, many had already been visible to me and I simply hadn’t noticed. The tattoos, the jewelry, the fishnets, and the long gloves covered them from view. She was bare of makeup to cover up the angry red bite marks that covered her. Ignoring my question, she plucks the crop from where my dick was holding it. She snaps it on her hand.
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