“Stupid bitch! She whimpers as the ants congregate on her breasts, milling about her hardening nipples despite her attempts to shake them loose, the tickling so intense it’s almost even painful. Bhabhi “Who’s there?” she calls in a panicked voice, clamping her mouth shut a moment later – what if it’s the mail lady? Despite the awkwardness of the dog and the lack of rythym she feels her pulse racing, heart pounding, breath panting as a powerful climax builds, fueled by a night of fear and humiliation to perilous heights. He savors the home-cooked breakfast, idly petting his Mistress as he chews, fingertips tracing the deeper marks as she hisses in delicious pain, her heartbeat quickening with every gentle, painful caress. She whimpers as the ants congregate on her breasts, milling about her hardening nipples despite her attempts to shake them loose, the tickling so intense it’s almost even painful.
