MEU AS Hurt her

From Create Your Own Story

Using one of our tentacles, we whip Mary Jane across her plump, white ass. We delight in her little squeals; something about them tweaks a little animal part of our brain. Brock's brain? Our brain. We pause to admire how the freckles on her pale ass become camouflaged in the red whip-marks. After a moment, she cranes her neck around to look at us. "You're not tired already are you?"