She stands, hands cuffed above her head, as he stalks around her, cracking his whip on her flesh.
“Do you want it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Snap, nipple. Snap, nipple.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Crack, clit.
Monday Morning Microgasm
She stands, hands cuffed above her head, as he stalks around her, cracking his whip on her flesh.
“Do you want it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Snap, nipple. Snap, nipple.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Crack, clit.
Oh my