She felt the thrilling touch of his claws down her ribs and over her hips, stroking so softly that even the razor-sharp tips never made a cut. The vicious incisors and canines she had implanted just rested at the tip of her breast and his tongue churned maddeningly around the nipple. Then there was a gentle sucking and nibbling and she forgot herself completely, taking fistfuls of his coarse hair and thrusting her soft body up against his hirsute hardness. “Please” she begged. “I cannot bear it”. “You must” he rumbled as he shifted lower, trailing his murderous teeth and nails down her surrendered body with infinite tenderness until he pushed her unresisting thighs apart and fastened his mouth over her cunt. As his tongue swirled around her stiff clit he bit into her just a little, his two incisors sinking softly into the shaven flesh of her mons veneris where she wore the Yellow Sign, and she cried out in an ecstatic spasm. He sat back, grinning wickedly, while she squirmed and panted open-legged on his bed. Fresh tremors seized her when he drew the nail of one little finger over her body, from the left shoulder to the right hip, leaving the faintest of red lines, then he leant over her to place another long kiss on her parted lips. This time, she wrapped her legs and arms movie around him. Carissa was deeply lost in an erotic trance when he finished drinking from her lips and took his teasing hands from her yielding body. She melted into the bed, watching him through her lashes while he reached for a long, plain riding-crop. “No” she breathed. He flexed the crop. “No?” he laughed. “Because I – I won’t suffer. I mean…the pain of a crop is, for me…but…it just arouses me… even satisfies me…” her voice trailed away. “That would be amusing” he said as he moved to stand beside the bed. She turned around onto her knees and arched her back in readiness for the first blow. It did not come. Instead, she had to endure the sweet torment of the buckskin keeper running the length of her spine and circling her round buttocks - strangers to the whip for so long - tapping softly here and there until she was moaning and undulating and clawing at the bedding. “Yes!” she screamed in a delirium of gratitude when she finally felt the bitter kiss of leather across the tops of her thighs. She raised her arse higher to welcome the following flurry of sharp swipes but she no longer had the tolerance for a long session of whipping such as she had enjoyed with Vasiliki on Kheros. Months of pent-up frustration had built inside her and the first orgasm had only left her craving more. After the first dozen blows a clear liquid sprayed from her cunt and she fell forward howling and crying out hysterically. “On your back” he said and she almost leapt to obey, twisting around and splaying her legs to present week herself in the lewdest submission. This time, it took even fewer vicious strokes over her tattoo of the Yellow Sign before she reached another peak and collapsed in a quivering daze. When she recovered her senses, she was on her belly again. Dmitri had lifted and parted her legs and his face was buried between the burning cheeks of her arse, his moustache and beard prickling her while his tongue delved into her anus. “No, no” she protested, weakly, even as she reached back to pull her welted buttocks further apart for him. “I extreme am unworthy”. “You do not matter,” he reminded her, “and I will treat you as the mood takes me”. He returned to his licking and she gave a long, low sigh of joyous despair. There were trickles of saliva running between her legs by the time he stopped and she heard him shift his weight on the bed behind her. She turned her head to see that he Tokyo was kneeling down and his cock was standing proudly before him. He beckoned her towards it with his grotesque fingers. Ever since she had begun the extreme modification of their fingers, the men had relied completely on her, Janika and Yewubdar. Now that the procedures were complete it was even more important to have a woman to use her hands for them – the longest shot fingernails were less hazardous than their new claws. “Oh, I like riding Horácio's movie cock,” she moaned, her shot pussy squeezing me. “It's always so exciting.” “Here madam,” said Aachen from the shadows where he had been lurking. She looks like a cock loving mother." “Nicoooooole…” I replied week in a sing-song voice. I was Tokyo surprised to see her drive straight up to the main door and stop in the guest drop-off zone. ‘Better than when you we last together?’ She asks, in a obvious way Are extreme you?” Maria whispers breathily and grabs at the blankets in preparation for what is to come. “I need the courtyard cleared so I can practice for this evening's performance,” I said, my heart thudding in my chest. Her naked rump pressed on my soft cock. He was right. After about the 8th or 9th door that I opened, I found Jennifer. [Laughing loud] Could she actually do this? I went to sucking on her breasts ,looking up at her pretty face. She moaned about my cock, her passion buzzing around my sensitive dick. Her tongue danced. By seven everyone was dressed for the slopes. Ji-Min Song “I've never been with a girl before.” Katie was the first to break the silence. “.. It is our building that is downtown. “Also if you’re anything like I was, you’re going to find yourself occasionally involved in some serious shit, pardon the language. "I..." the female started then her head snapped up to look at Sam intensely. The girls settled back down on their chosen lap and sighed collectively. I am… It was wonderful, and like I said, if that’s all we do for now, I am quite fine with it. I plug in my headphones to see what the anomaly was. Megan moved quickly, taking advantage of the girl's shock to position herself.