Anaya was floating.
Deep, beautiful, terrifying subspace had wrapped around her like warm velvet. Her mind had drifted somewhere soft and quiet, leaving only her body behind to take whatever Vikram gave it. The thick black silk blindfold kept her in complete darkness. The heavy chain from her collar kept her bent over. The metal spreader bar held her legs obscenely wide. The massive ridged dildo continued its slow, deep, merciless thrusts inside her endless hole while the clit stimulator pulsed and sucked relentlessly on her swollen nub. And Vikram’s thick cock was still buried in her throat, fucking her with long, steady strokes while he spoke in that low, dark voice that made her moan even louder.



















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