Kabir’s eyes were black with a dark, obsessive hunger as he yanked the leash so violently that Amber’s head snapped back on the spanking bench, her spine forced into a painful, obscene arch. The restraints on her wrists and ankles held her locked in place, knees spread so wide her soaked pussy and still gaping asshole were completely exposed. Milk was already leaking freely from her swollen, dark nipples in thick, warm streams, pooling on the leather beneath her heavy breasts from the third dose of chocolate almonds he had forced her to swallow at breakfast.
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