The Special Picnic – Divine & Slavishly
I drag my worthless slave into the forest, his pathetic form bound and masked, ready for my sadistic picnic. I straddle his quivering body, forcing open that greedy mouth hole with my stiletto heel, pouring in the slop of expired treats mixed with my spit. He gags, but I grind harder, extinguishing my cigarette on … The Special Picnic – Divine & Slavishly