"I am your little.." The word sticks in my throat. I force myself to say it, fearing another slap. "..w-wh-whore, master." Barely a whisper, but I said it. I nuzzle with my cheek the arm that's still holding my head.
Try to forget how much I want to vomit. Try to forget the ache in my abused pussy. And don't forget for a second who's in charge here.
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