The days in the box were always hard for her. Her face and name projected on all sides of it. The heat, the overwhelming scent. The worst part was how addicted to it she was becoming. Every drop she swallowed leading her further into ruin.
Whos a good boy for mommy? Cumming from my tongue in your ass? And to think, you said you'd hate having your butt played with? Oh well, you've seen how good it feels now (donaught)