He smirked as he looked at her perfectly round breasts, greater Hardcore than a handful and pert, her large nipples stood to attention in the centre of her light brown areolas. The contrast between them and her pale skin was wonderful. His eyes continued travelling happy to see that her pussy and legs all looked freshly waxed. He stepped closer. “Enough, hush now”. He cut her monologue off, and swiftly pushed a finger inside of her with no warning. He fucked her g spot with his finger skillfully. Her head hung down whether in shock, shame or pleasure he was unable to tell, nor did he care. She was out of breath again by the time he walked away to the wall behind her. He picked one of his favourite whips. It left pleasant red welts but did not cause bleeding. He would prefer if he didn't have to scar her to gain her compliance. He stood back in front of her, her toes just touching the floor as amateur she hung from the ceiling, her arms already aching. Her eyes started to leak before the first blow even hit her. Tearing across the front of her body, she screamed as the whip bit into her nipple. He started to count, as he assuredly placed the whip exactly as he desired criss crossing her body. After the fifth strike she was asian already disconnected from the screaming as though the pain belonged to someone else. Surely, she wasn't truly getting tortured in the hands of this psychopath? He stopped at 10, took a few steps and repeated the pattern across her back. She was gasping for breath between screams her face streaming. The pain was unbearable but unfortunately endurable and she knew she was nowhere near the relief passing out teen would provide. “Beg me to fuck your worthless pussy, or you have 5 more front and back. I have all the time in the world.” She steadied herself, opened her mouth to plead but her resolve had other stupid ideas. “Go fuck yourself”. He laughed coolly and brought the whip down across her arse cheeks without hesitation. The red welt increasing his satisfaction, he could swear his already impossibly hard cock was swelling further. She cursed herself as she struggled and screamed with every lash of the whip, but she knew she would take more, she would not comply for as long as she possibly could. She japanese was ready to refuse his command again until the 10th strike hit her body. It was different, he deftly cracked the whip up between her legs, perfectly striking her clitoris and pussy lips. The shriek that came from her did not sound human as she crunched her legs up to her stomach in pain, her whole weight hanging from her wrists. “5… 4…” Her mind raced as she desperately tried to form words but no sound would come from her lips “3… 2… 1…” “Wait please!” She desperately spluttered. Melody, she discovered, was not a garrulous type, and there were often times of silence, not stilted amateur silence but easy contemplative times when it didn't seem necessary to speak, she enjoyed Melody's company. “You’re not pregnant, teen are you?” I shook my head as I scowled at her humor. Dad luckily was on Hardcore a business trip. Georgetta smiled. I know you do it so deny all you want. “Goddess, yes!” Mbali moaned as she pumped japanese away at my convulsing twat. They both decided on Pina Coladas and I got me a Red Bull with Vodka. Breakfast was ready. His property backed up to a golf course, and the small back yard was totally covered with a sturdy bug screen. “I’ll be back in 5, Mr. Philips,” she said with a smile, and closed the door behind her. “Maybe this will persuade you?” the prince asked as he slashed the belt down asian diagonally across Mitzy’s exposed buttocks.