Lyra-Submits: They Were Mid-Fight On A Long Trip. He’d Finally Had Enough, So He Pulled The Car Over And Ordered Her To Spread Her Legs. For Once She Stopped Bickering And Started Moaning. Each Time A Car Passed She Felt Herself Gush A Little More.
lyra-submits: All your holes are his. You let Master decide which ones he’ll take advantage of.
