Not only was she going to make him drink his own cum, for real, she was going to make him guzzle it. Ounces and ounces of it. Maybe even a full gallon. She wanted to make such a huge impression on him that he’d never deny her again. Ron would never again think that he could make submissive promises then back down, simply because his little dick was soft and the idea was no longer “hot” to him.


Ron, she mused, would learn that submission was about what was “hot” to Tammy; and what was hot to Tammy was Ron being forced to guzzle loads of his own cum, glass after glass, until he could not believe there was more coming.


Tammy didn’t care if it would take months to plan. She just kept at it, and every time she poured more of Ron’s captured cum into her special container, she felt the warmth in her panties and the aching between her legs.


This is what domination felt like, Tammy smiled. She wasn’t just acting it out. She wasn’t just playing make believe to get her boyfriend off. She was doing something for her; she was going to make him keep his word.


No more empty promises from Ron. Tammy was born.

Skorpion

Klika Dodatkowych Kilogramów

5' 10 (1.78 m)

Niebieski

kaukaskie

W Separacji

Nie

Nie Jestem Pewien

Oczy

Widoczne Tatuaże

Ciemny Blond

Kot

Tak

Dyplom Ukończenia Studiów Licencjackich

Student

Inny