She’d felt the bite of those branches against the curve of her ass and the sting of its broad palm against her thighs, the press of its knuckles into the hot cleft of her sex before the spanking had continued. She’d watched Juliette be used over and over again, had screamed when it was her turn, eyes streaming as she was rutted from behind by the creature . . . she didn’t know when the pain had turned to pleasure, couldn’t account for the way her muscles clenched around the monster’s cock as she came again and again, why the scent of cloves and orange peel had played at her nostrils for weeks
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