Harley Laroux

This book is not intended to be used as a resource for sexual education

His hand squeezed around my throat, pressing me back into the mattress as he entered me again. "I love when you whimper like that. So sensitive."

Tears slipped down my cheeks - tears of pleasure, of so many intense, rushing emotions that I couldn't stop myself.

Don't you dare look away. I want to see all your pretty tears as you cum all over this knife for me, understand?"

Even squirting for me? What a good girl, so good, isn't that so much better?

If only they knew that the girl wearing angel wings was making an absolute slut of herself upstairs, moaning and begging to be hurt more, more, more.

. I panted, whimpering as I watched him. He glanced up at me again, then his mouth closed over me entirely.

I was afraid he would stop, terrified he would deny me again

He kept watching me as he pleasured me, and he grinned as my face contorted with pleasure

His words made me squirm excitedly. Pleasing him felt so good, knowing that he was enjoying what he saw.