- And now we will disperse the blood a little. - I said, and slapped her tits Jess good slap in the face.

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” “Chokoladka in the new paroxysm of masochistic ecstasy immediately stopped. She closed her eyes tightly, as she realized that now I will repeat our recent experience in a hammock. And I really began to whip her breasts, causing Jess to scream, pucker, oikat, gasp, bite her lips ... Sometimes I got right on the nipple, and then the moan was prolonged, and sometimes just in the sensitive area. In this case, Jess just hissed quietly and reflexively shook her tits from side to side to "shake off the pain." She tried to stick her fingers in the vagina a couple of times, but both times got her hands and found a way out: she put her palms under her ass.

- Sui on the sides! - I demanded, because I understood that if a girl sits on her hands with an anal paste, she will end sooner than I want.

And the execution continued. After a long process of beating boobs, I uncoupled a couple of clothespins from the rope. And said:

- Now I will show you one of the favorite fun of sadomasochists of the whole world.

“I look forward to it, master ...” Jess's voice was weak and shaking.

I quickly opened the clothespins (the springs were very tight, evil, and the lips were corrugated teeth) and synchronously fastened them on the black woman's nipples.

What started here!

The chocolate screamed in her voice, howled and stretched out into the string, from excess of feelings powerfully slamming her foot on the floor. Her face twisted in a wild grimace, her eyes became huge, round and rolled, and her hands flew out from under the priests, and tried to touch the clothespins, but I was ready for it. Grasping her wrists with force, I raised my arms above my head, spreading them apart. Jessine's cry was silent, but only to be replaced by a heavy moan, passing into a sob ... Tears appeared in the girl's eyes. She hissed and thrashed about. Clothespins on her boobs from this came into motion and gave his captive even more "novelty" sensations.

- Oooooh !!! - Jess finally found the strength to speak humanly ... - Master ... It's ... just ... magical ...

- Magic? - I thought I misheard. - You just rushed and screamed as if I was raping you, wanted to break free, just to take off these clothespins, and now you say “magically”? Nothing messed up?

“Nooo ...” With a new sob, Jess raised her tear-stained face. I just shook my head - this pervert smiled! - I did not mess up, master. You now gave me this terrible pain, and she drives me crazy ... But she gives such a stunning new world of sensations! So deep and rich ... It's indescribable ... Aahhh !! “And Jess screamed again and moaned, bent over and drooping in my arms.

About five minutes passed before the girl regained relative abilities. Her entire face was in tears, her eyes glittered, but her lips were smiling.

- Are you happy, pervert? - I asked.

- Yes, my lord. - She purposely shook her tits, clothespins wobbled with them - you made me happy. From these clips, my body disperses such heat, such heat ... It burns in every cell of my body, master! And the boobs just burn with fire, the nipples seem to be burning from the inside ... It's amazing, Adrian !!! She sobbed and burst into tears again. I no longer tried to understand, from pain or from happiness. However, in her case it was the same thing.

- Clear, slut. Clothespins you obviously liked. - I said thoughtfully. I let go of her hands (she didn’t even think about removing the clamps, on the contrary she shook her hands under herself again). - Maybe I should try to please you again?

- Oooh ... You are very kind to me, master ...- cooed this slutty contagion.

- That's what I think. So you bring yourself pleasure. You can network to my knee, and jerk off to orgasm. No hands!

- Tie me up, master! - With fervor offered this black and madness. - Tie my hands behind my back, and I can not even touch my crotch!

- Hmm ... - I thought. Going upstairs for the wires was lazy. I fumbled through my pockets. Sorry, I do not wear a belt on jeans. However, jeans also remained at the top. What is to tie her? Then I came across a white crumpled dress. I have no idea why it was lying in the corner of the sofa. It seems that even a thorough ironing will not return it to its former state. So that...

- I'll tie you with your dress. - I announced, and with a flimsy hand I tore white clothes in half. I did not feel sorry for him - anyway, Jess would soon have dozens of new dresses, and this sooner or later would become a rag, covered with sweat and sperm.

I firmly twisted the black woman's hands behind my back. Clothespins still hung on her chest, and she occasionally swayed them, apparently, so that the pain did not subside and not become habitual. I could only envy such an excerpt. In my memory, only one girl dared to try on plastic clothespins on her nipples, but after five seconds she threw them off with a cry. It really hurts.

“Sit down,” I said.

Jess did not make her ask twice. Quickly and deftly saddled my knee and with all my unspent passion, I started rubbing my leg with a hot crotch. I watched how her eyes rolled quickly from the pleasure of her eyes, how she began to breathe deeper and harder, how she fucked me with her lick with all her lust and lust.

The girl rested her feet on the floor and rubbed her crotch against my leg with all her strength, pressing her clitoris on her. I could not worry - another minute will pass, and Jess will finish, so it will not seem a little. But I decided to complicate her task a little. Or vice versa - to simplify, how to say.

In one of the moments when the Negrit chest with clothespins once again went as close as possible to me, I grabbed the clamps and gently pulled it towards me. Without unclamping pegs.

Jess, who closed her eyes, and even threw out her tongue from arousal, cried in a bad voice. She reflexively moved on my knee in the direction of the hands, but I did not allow her to loosen the tension, and stretched her boobs, holding on to the clothespins. This, apparently, brought the girl intolerable torment. At the very least, she struggled to twitch, kick, even jump on me and rub her hot crack twice as hard.

- Wank, wet dirty whore! - I was convicting, dragging her tits off myself, and Jess was only incoherently mooing in response, screamed, gasped, slammed my crotch into my leg with all my might and tried to get close to my hands holding clothespins to loosen the tension. But I took my hands farther and farther away to myself, pulled them apart, pulled them up, and mocked the poor girl in the most cruel way.

Jess suffered. I do not know how strong her pain was, and how much her pleasure. But I am sure that at that moment both of these sensations merged for her in one explosive cocktail, so the brains turned off and sailed somewhere beyond the horizon, leaving only the lustful screaming female at my disposal. She wanted to finish. I screamed in pain because I was torturing her nipples. I was tormenting my fiery crack, furiously jerking off my leg to reach at least one of the shores of my madness — an orgasm, since I cannot reach the shore of pain ...

In the end, I decided to relieve her torment, and just pulled the clothespins - quickly, sharply, very strongly.

Clothespins jumped off. Jess, who was already on the verge of an explosion, threw herself at me, and with all her strength collapsed on her knee to the crotch, at the same time making a deafening cry, filled with such a terrible mixture of happiness and pain, that I even felt uneasy. The cry lasted for a few seconds, turning into a kind of growl, then sobbing ...

The body of the black woman was shaking with a large tremor.She convulsively squeezed my knee, curled up in orgasm, her head buried in my chest and I did not see Jess' face. I heard only sobbing and heavy hoarse, intermittent breathing. I decided not to rush her. After such a terrible test, my slave is for sure ... Read more →