Glass doors opened, and my woman walked into the quivering light of a multitude of candles. For several long seconds she froze in a deep curtain revealing her. Straightened up. Her dark gold hair ran down her back, her bang with a heavy wave hid her left eye, flowing around her charming heart shape. Shameless evening make-up emphasized transparent-gray look - excited, tremulous, a bit scared, because she instantly realized that the burning wax of all these candles today will flood her nipples. The plump, greasy-colored lips of her tiny mouth fluttered with the crimson sponges — the woman saw a set of stacks and whips. And I looked at her long, elegant neck, from which a diamond necklace flowed into an inviting, long hollow between the magnificent breasts, raised by a painted bardic bra. My fingers quivered in anticipation of how I would choke her, how I would tear off this necklace and put it in her mouth - sharp, sparkling, into lips weeping glossy from lipstick. I will make her chew, and I will hit her with a slap in the face and fuck, fuck, fuck! Let only give a reason.

The member has risen. My woman stopped in the middle of the room, modestly drooping her eyes. Long earrings rocked slightly, squirting diamond gleams around the room. I slowly went round her. The woman was wearing a translucent black peignoir on the floor, with a thick embroidered corset that left her breasts naked, if not a bra, but my woman needed it - too big, too lush in her chest - my favorite part of the body (after the face, of course because my woman is amazingly beautiful, and I end up mostly from the look on her face). From the bottom of the corset, the light fabric of the peignoir was moved apart in the manner of an inverted bud of a tulip, exposing the plump pubis with a narrow light path to the poured genital lips. The long, sexually plump legs of my woman's hips were worn by a spider web of black stockings. She was even a little taller than me on lacquer strippers' heels, and it wasn’t childish.

- Lipstick regretted! - I made a verdict. - And what is this vulgarity? - poked his finger in the poured, tight boobs sticking out of her bra. The bra left the semi-circles of pale pink halo almost half open.

“My lord,” the woman whimpered. - The bra is small to me, tits can not look out!

“Then why are you wearing it?”

- Because this is your favorite bra, master.

- Why do I love him?

“Because my titties look very sexy in him, because he exposes the edges of my nipples.”

- Oh yeah! And for what?

“Because you can always punish me for being vulgar.”

- I really like to hurt you.

- I really like to take pain from you, sir.

I praised the woman, patting on tight cheek. Usually, she looked up at me and got a weighty slap in the face, but today she kept. That's because bitch! Okay, I'll get some.

- For two miscalculations you deserve ten blows on the boobs.

- Yes my Lord.

- Bring the stack!

The woman, gracefully wagging her bare booty, beautifully translucent through the skirt of the peignoir, approached the stand and chose a stack, the most resilient, to her honor will be said. Coming up to me, she slowly dropped to her knees and, dutifully lowering her eyelashes - their long shadows lay on peach cheeks - with both hands she gave me a tool on open palms. I walked around her - kneeling, beautiful, like a goddess, looking straight ahead, not even daring to lead me in my direction, offering me a stack, with which I will become her stitching.The transparent black skirt was puffed up on long heels, the pubis of the moon was white, the glow of the candles was playing on the lips, the hemispheres of the boobs were rising from the bra, they were about to release the papillae outwards.

I took the stack from her hands. My woman instantly put her hands behind her back and folded her in the lock, straightening up and sticking out her gorgeous bosom. I hit her hard with my palms:

- Tits!

Okhun from unexpected punishment, my woman hastily bent the semicircles of a hard bra, freeing a hefty fifth-size boobs with huge ten-centimeter — still they wouldn’t look out of her bra! - pink halos irregular, razlyapistogo form. Damn, how they excite me! Still, beauty and sexuality are not the same thing.

The cellphone rang. I answered and began a long conversation with a colleague - only today we returned from a social reception, where talks were held under the blowjob that a flock of base young models performed, and paying attention to the girls or the services they provided was considered a move, and I personally finished three times , the mouths of pink diligent diligent nymphs are pink from lipstick and still burned out on the second time, distracted - the very appetizing tits turned out to be eagerly devoured by my brunette brunette - and she was publicly punished for flogging Imoy conversations (we, for one thing, we discussed football - and not in the sense of how much and in whom to invest, and who to whom we prostitute prostitutes for losing on the tote).

Communicating with a colleague, I walked around my woman, tapping my belly with a stack - after returning from the reception, I did not change and was in a dress coat with a bow tie. My woman was kneeling motionless: a transparent black skirt hem spread over her legs and around, on the floor, thin hands were set behind her back, translucent fabric is bulging butting with attractive hollow between, white round shoulders flow in trembling reflections of candles, cast shadows on the hefty round Breasts with tender, pink nipples. Eyes are modestly lowered, shadows of eyelashes lie on cheeks. My woman was waiting for punishment.

Having finished the conversation, I put the phone down and went to the bar. Raised a glass of brandy. Sip, long gaze stripping his woman. Lubricant ran down her thigh - she wishes, my bitch. Wants, already can not. It is about to burst into tears, fall into my legs and, moaning, asks at least to suck. No, today I have another scenario. I came up - she pulled out her boobs even more - and lightly slapped the stack on the round left breast.

“Too weak, my lord,” the woman mumbled.

Well done.

I fluttered my spatula near the nipple, the cool breeze made the nipple stretch out. With a force hit on the halo, Titska started.

- Once! My woman moaned.

“Lick your nipples,” I said.

My woman with two hands raised her boobs to her face and began diligently slobbering them. In the meantime, I swung her pussy in her ass - a woman squealed languidly - because this bitch did not comply with the position prescribed for accepting punishments.

Finally, she straightened, her hands behind her back.

“I am ready, my lord,” and for a second she shot my eyes with my eyes.

I hit her cheek with an open palm with pleasure, she gasped and recoiled. Without letting a woman come to her senses, I hit her with a stack of boobs swaying from movements.

- Two! Three! Four! - Do not forget to count a woman. Here, blyadёshka! Could and miss, please the owner.

Her boobs swayed under the blows, like dough, shining with wet nipples from the saliva.

- In the hands took!

My woman — her hair swayed gently, the bang completely covering her left eye — obediently raised her massive tits with her hands. Again, I blew a stack spat on my wet nipples, received grateful, voluptuous moans from my woman, and began to whip tits, delaying the blow and enjoying the waves that came from the stack shoulder on the delicate white balls.

- Five! Six! Seven-eight-nine-ten-eleven-twelve-thirteen-four-four-fifteen-sixteen-seventeen-seventeen !!!

And I beat her trembling big boobs from top to bottom and bottom to top, breathing heavily, with burning eyes, dripping saliva on her magnificent breasts - drooling waterfall flowed from my mouth, I did not want to swallow them, I doused them with my beloved.

“Nineteen,” she moaned after a very strong blow to the nipple. I collected a maximum of saliva in my mouth and spat in her amazingly beautiful, make-up face.

“Oh,” she said, and I spat into the red “O” of her open mouth.

“Twenty,” she whispered.

“Early,” I said, and very much five times unfastened a flushed, battered, resilient, despite the size, right boob.

My woman cried and screamed out loud. With a tremendous effort of will, I stopped the execution.

One day I will beat her to death. And fucking dead.

- My Lord! She cried, my drool dripping down my beautiful face. - But I deserved only ten blows! And I learned twenty.

“Thank me for these extra blows,” I said, “for they are your joy ... Isn’t it ?!”

- Oh, yes, master! In joy! After all, I - fuck ...

She was on her knees, stretching out to me the fifth-size boobs, adorned with crimson scars of blows, and the transparent peignoir skirt covered everything around. Huge, clear eyes prayed for sperm.

- Correct makeup! - I ordered.

My woman took a beautician and began to tint her lips, without taking her eyes off my pants - after all, “if dicks, like a rock, no mirrors are needed either”. In fact, her lips did not need additional lipstick, however, lipstick does not happen much, but I really wanted to punish my woman’s big tits.

“In position,” I ordered.

My woman instantly straightened on her knees, bulging her huge boobs with beautiful pink halos, laid her hands behind her back and looked at me with a hawk.

“When I went for cognac,” I said vengefully, “you didn’t welcome me with a curtsy.

“I was on my knees, waiting for your will,” she could answer, but she did not. Instead, my woman leaned her forehead against the floor and lifted her transparent skirts, exposing a round pink ass. I gladly unfastened it.

- Once! - my woman moaned voluptuously. - Two! Two! Oh, two! Three! Three fucking! Oh! Three! Three, three, please, three!

White, tight ass swollen scarlet scars. Drops of blood fell from them from my own lip, which had been bitten by me.

- Four! Four fucking! Four! Fuck your mother, can you hit at least five? !!! Four, oh! Four plus! Cum, fucking! Three, bitch, what are you doing? !! AAAAAAAAA !!! FIVE, FUCK !!!

I left her, curved with cancer, with the current pussy, wailing to the floor, stroking the red-faced half-crooks with both hands, and fell into a chair to catch my breath.

Moaning, my woman crawled on her knees to the chair and crouched on the hand that punished her with a long kiss.

- So what did you say about fucking? - I asked.

“Today, my lord,” said my beloved, “when I distributed daily rewards to servants ...”