Blood in Your Hair: Our First Hands-Free Fuck
Head throbbed like a vice. Cold air bit my skin. Woke chained, arms yanked high, wrists raw in rusty links. Toes scraped dusty floor. Cock dangling, exposed. Across from me, Polly. Naked, tee shoved up her neck, panties tangled at thighs. Bruises bloomed on her tits, blood crusted her temple, matting platinum strands. ‘All that…