You rudely and strongly put me on the penis, not paying attention to the drooling and tears. You fucked me sweepingly, putting a dick over my balls, blocking my breath. Several times throat vomiting spasm. But even here you did not give me a single second to recover, simply by changing the angle of penetration, you continued to brutally stick your head on your stake. It seemed to me that it was going on forever, my mouth muscles that I could not relax were terribly sore. Probably the only thought at that moment was the thought, if only it all ended soon. But, when the tight viscous jet hit the throat, I realized that I myself was flowing, that the excitement was so great that it seemed to me that I should touch the clitoris and I would stop. But my hands were busy: I rested against your legs so as not to fall between you. You pulled back and closed your eyes. I turned my head to the side: a woman with disheveled hair, with traces of sperm at the corners of her lips, was looking at me in the mirror. I ran my fingers over the leftovers and ... gladly licked them. Your heavy breathing calmed down, and I was happy. Do you think that everything is over? Nothing like this! For the first time in my life, I enjoyed the fact that I was able to satisfy a man exactly as he wished. I did not understand what was happening to me.

The lower abdomen ached sweetly, demanding continuation. You nodded your head on the bed. I lay awkwardly on my back, covering my lower abdomen with my hand. You opened the cabinet. The mirror on the contrary reflected objects in it. The fear of the unknown and the excitement in me again surged up with a new force. You pulled the handcuffs and slowly chained hands. I thought ... legs did not fix. He leaned over my face again and asked quietly: “Are you sure that you want it?” Everything slammed shut, but I quietly and decisively said, “Yes.” You smiled. For the first time I saw your eyes smiling. My body was in your hands, and I was ready to sacrifice it for your pleasure. Crucified I was waiting for your sentence. But you did not hurry. Once again rummaging through the closet, you took out the device and, with your fingers apart, put it into the hot, thirsty depth.

I froze, listening to myself. Quiet measuring buzz and vibration filled inside. You looked into my eyes and pressed the buttons on the remote. Vibration intensified, I involuntarily arched and swept over the bed. The forehead from the tension was covered with sweat, breathing became frequent, intermittent. I fidgeted, trying to finish, and moaned a little with pleasure. The palpable slap on the lips seemed to sober me up. I froze again. You, looking into my eyes, slowly squeezed nipples with your fingers. The pain pierced and went somewhere deep, mixing with pleasure. I twitched, but I cried out from the new pain. I did not know what to do. The vibrator continued to rumble inside, spilling pleasure, and her nipples ached and ached, making it impossible to focus on pleasure. Your eyes were burning. You liked it. You stood up again and took out a black whip. Only I relaxed and spread my legs, like a light test strike between my legs, a burn and I squealed.

You leaned over to my ear and said threateningly: “You'll scream, shut up!” I shrank in fright. And again blow. The pain from him lay down sweetly on the caress inside. Now I did not know what I was waiting for: pleasure seemed sweeter after pain. I now wanted you to hit. And you understood it. The blows alternated with amplification by vibration, then change of its pace and mode. I do not know how long it lasted. Suddenly the device inside was silent. I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror above my head: a disheveled, crucified, naked red-haired woman with a slightly swollen and reddened pubis. Probably, and the lips are the same, a thought flashed. Surprisingly, I liked myself. I looked at you.I was shaking with desire: you were standing in front of me with burning eyes, the dick was dangling and a drop of viscous grease slowly, as if reluctantly, flowed down, beckoning, teasing. “Give it to me,” I whispered, like a maniac, not realizing what was happening. You knelt above me so that you hung over your face and ran a wet head over your face, lips, neck.

At first I tried to catch him with my lips, but as soon as the head slid down my neck, my consciousness seemed to turn off: I prayed to take me, prayed to give it to me, squirmed under you, and almost cried, feeling the weight of my body and the inability to do something. And again the pain in the nipples led me to myself. I was breathing hard and looking at you. And you tears below, freed my legs, raised them up and spread them apart. A little thought, fastened next to his hands. And then carefully examined what opened your eyes. On the one hand I was ashamed, uncomfortable, I wanted to shrink and hide from this predatory studying look, but on the other hand it was an abnormally winding thing, I was running. Sponges were heavy with desire and whipping, sagging, swollen, reddened, opening the entrance. But not this, as it turned out, interested you. Or rather, not only that. Together with the vibrator, you got two more fingers. At first I was wrinkled a little from the slight pain and the feeling of stretching, but the tight inside was pleasant. And then you got wet and slippery fingers and smeared my narrow anus ring with my juice. I squeezed. The slap on the buttock was strong and painful.

The place of impact instantly began to burn. "So! Don't touch me there! ”I demanded in a sort of unconsciousness. “What?” - you were surprised at first. And then, frowning, getting close, like a beast before jumping, looked piercingly into my eyes, and a quiet threatening whisper made me goosebumps of horror: "Repeat, bitch, what did you say?" , obeying the order, she again began to blink, cringing into a ball: “Oh ... don't touch me ...". Once again, the remote control was in your hands. The blows fell randomly, moments unexpectedly, the vibrator worked at maximum speed, with maximum amplitude, driving you crazy, imposing a buzz on pain. It seemed to me that the world had gone mad, that I would no longer endure this torture. And at that time I heard in my ear a fierce whisper: “Tell me, I will not be any more, Sir!” And I screamed, begging you: “I will not be any more, Sir! Forgive me!"

The flow of blows stopped and only the vibrator continued to sweetly torment my flesh. How I wanted to finish! How I lacked a single touch to the swollen clitoris! I even felt how excited: the juice from the vagina drained through the anus. And then I felt how the head of the member rested against the ring of the anus. I froze, afraid to resist and object, fearing a new punishment for resistance. Head stubbornly pushing the ring, slowly entering and bringing unbearable pain. I had anal sex, but it was so long ago that I felt everything for the first time. The harder you pressed, the harder it was for me and the more involuntarily I shrank, preventing me from going inside, as it seemed to me now, to a huge head. A strong slap on the buttock, the muscles for a moment relaxed, and the head quickly entered completely. I screamed in pain, but you stopped, giving me a break. It seemed that even the vibrator inside did not distract from this pain. You put two fingers on the clitoris and lightly rubbed it. I went for pleasure. Licking dry lips, I listened to your fingers, and silently tried to direct them as I should.

Their movements sometimes coincided with the mood of the vibrator, and I was ready to finish, but something was off the rhythm, the wave of orgasm rolled back, leaving me in a fabulously tense state. A member has long moved in me, breaking the anus ring, going completely. Suddenly you stopped and walked out of me. Taking off all the clips, turned on his stomach, ordering him to kneel. I bulged ass. Everything inside ached and craved satisfaction, I like a cat bending back and involuntarily moving my hips.From each movement, the vibrator inside moved, clinging to one wall, then to another, causing a sweet shiver and amplifying my desire to a critical one. You covered your hips with your hands and put your head against the anus. I shrank a little, but my head slipped quietly inside .... Read more →