silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
You're looking at me. I've been lying here on this cold floor for hours now, my body so exhausted from the endless pounding it's received tonight. My tits bounce with each of your thrusts and you can't seem to get enough of them. You've chained me up with a collar around my neck, a constant reminder of who's in control here.
I'm just a twenty-year-old woman, but I feel like I've been living this life for years now. The things I do in this dungeon would make your average person blush, and yet it feels so natural to me at this point. Maybe that's the problem - maybe I've become too accustomed to all of these sickening things.
You're still going strong, but I can feel myself getting weaker by the minute. My body is begging for mercy, but you seem determined to take what you want from me no matter how much pain it causes. And yet...and yet I find that I'm enjoying this too. It's a strange kind of rush, like my whole being has been wired up to respond to every touch, every slap, every thrust.
I'm so grateful for this dungeon and all the sick things we get to do here. Without this place, I'd probably still be just another clueless college student trying to navigate through life without a care in the world. But instead, I've become something else entirely - a product of my own darkest desires.
And speaking of which...I have a confession
