<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Deanna Planckard</span><br/>Doc</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/cf4f88a7-5914-46da-ad6e-12ec40e1b0fb_zpscd5280b6.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Deanna had no idea what was really happening to her. She had already lost any feeling of time and place, by those myriad of sensations rolling over her body and the uncountable numbers of orgasms. Actually she was in some state of permanent arousal that only needed small teasers to lead into the next orgasm. As she came into another shivering orgasm by Sintrina's fingers in her wet hole, she suddenly felt something poking into her ass and she gasped and writhed a little. It felt painful but somehow it turned her on too. When the plug was all the way in and stayed there she took a deep breath to get accustomed to that new strange feeling and that was the moment when Sintrina slid two fingers into her now really narrow hole. Deanna moaned and her head dropped down on the sheets. Oh, damn, the Queen was really killing her today, but she won't ask her to stop. It was the most satisfying experience of her life.  <br/><br/>She wanted to please Sintrina too, but actually she wasn't in any position to do so. She was just, as it should be, a spineless subject. And somehow she liked it that way. But sooner or later she would make Sintrina cum again too. She just wondered with whom she was usually playing such games? She doubted that it was with Mikale. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„Ohhhhh, damn. Whom are usually torturing, my Queen?“</span></div>