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My Drunk Aunt Carol Offers Me No Mercy…
TABOO | EROTICA | DUBCON | FAMILY | BDSM | FICTION
Half of me hates her, while my other half wants nothing more than to continue being her hidden away little fuck Toy. I silently stare at her from my cell, trying to decide if I really want to wake up, to face today’s torment, or just roll over and cry.
Worse yet, I’m still distraught about what I did to Sarah, the fuck doll, who looked, smelled, and was named after my sister by my Drunk Aunt Carol. I only knew her for a few hours, yet became more than just physically attached to her at a level that doesn’t make sense.
On top of everything else, Aunt Carol, or Mistress Carol, as she prefers, well… she doesn’t even care about my broken fuck doll or my sad and broken heart!
Learn all about Sarah by backtracking a few parts. Just Click HERE
“Christopher, are you still upset about Sarah?”
“YES!”
“If you were getting so attached, maybe you should have stopped before fucking her to death.”
