- A good story, she pleased and aroused me.

- Why are you frowning, my lord?

“Hans ... Why did you let him run?” He will spread the news about our intimate life and your goddamned nature around cities and villages.

My woman smiled slyly, devils danced in her eyes:

- Remember, Boss, I scratched his chest with claws? My varnish is saturated with poison. Hans died in agony, barely went beyond the fence of the estate. It is necessary, by the way, to say that the body is removed.

- And the rest? They saw everything!

She thought about, sitting on her heels with her ass and thus breaking a beautiful kneeling pose. Remember.

- Um ... I can collect them before bedtime and order them to kiss my fingers.

“This means that I will have to recruit a new staff of servants ... Well, reputation is more important. Do as I said. And I myself - I hit my woman on the face with a spatula of the stack, she screamed, pressed her palm to the flaming cheek and threw moistened eyes at me, - I don’t dare to relax so much again! It is better to be patient while you are running after whips. One, I have the right to humiliate you! - hit her stack on the other cheek. - How are you standing in front of the owner ?!

She screamed and immediately straightened herself on her knees, directing her enamored, glowing eyes on me.

- Who allowed to look in the eye? - I hit her with an open hand, the blow fell on the closed hand cheek. - The hand has lowered, quickly!

My woman obediently put her hands behind her back, again beautifully sticking out the awesome tits. For a few seconds I enjoyed slapping her cheeks. Then he said:

- In your story, you are four! called her tits "breasts." You deserve twenty blows on the sisandra. But, given that I was initially carried away, those extra ten I will count. I am fair.

“Thank you, sir,” my woman hugged her chest with her palms and extended it to me. I with pleasure and ottyazhchkoy began to slap them. She screamed and counted, counted correctly, and as a result, her reddened tits shook under the stack twenty-five times. As expected, she thanked her punishing hand with a kiss. Touched, I pulled her to me, took the boobs from her palms into my own and gently kissed each centimetric of their reddened, hot, tender flesh, relieving the pain. My woman, meanwhile, gently sorted my hair.

“I really want to punish your pussy,” I admitted, looking at the tits, “but not for that.” You are perfect.

- My lord will allow? - she excitedly threw up.

I nodded. My woman stood up, pulled away and lifted her leg, put her bent at the knee on the sofa, pulled a cosmetic mirror between her legs and began to gaze at her pussy, fingering her lips with a sponge.

- Here! She finally said happily. - Hair! I'm not shaved carefully, my lord.

I nodded graciously.

- Alas, slut, prepare a pussy for punishment.

My woman lay on the sofa on her back, raised and spread her legs wide open, opening my eyes to a plump pussycat, large labia almost completely hid small ones and, after today's fucking, they looked wrinkled.

Gladly stamping them with a spatula stack, I began the execution. Sponges were splayed under the spatula, and then stretched out as if kissing, as if they liked blows. And judging by the voluptuous moans of my woman, it was so.

- Take me! - she moaned and squirmed, holding with her hands in the openwork web of gloves scuffed and divorced legs in black stockings and black striptease shoes. - My lord, take me!

It was impossible to reach out, and I hung the slap in the stack:

- At the "you" contact! Forget it!

- Excuse me, master! I so wish you! Please, please fuck me.

I looked doubtfully at the string hanging on the thigh from her pussy. She first hid between her lips, but got out of the blows. I really wanted to prick the head and slowly push it into these crumpled sponges swollen with slaps, push them through, feel the humidity of the penis, penetrate the dense vagina ring, plunge the entire length of the penis into the wet, warm, tender, enveloping, insert the penis at the very eggs , so that the dense, slippery, rounded cervix slid over the head to the trunk of the penis, and the head itself would have pressed into the back wall and bent slightly, then withdraw to half back, feeling how much they cling to the dick, not wanting to let it out, all the petals female flesh, and insert again, and back and forth, increasing the pace, and the entire body of my woman will languish and wriggle under me, and I will press her down with my weight, feeling the breasts that are cool from my saliva, tender-elastic boobs, and I feel as it comes, and I will hardly restrain myself ...

Hmmm ... In my pants, everything was smoking, bursting and swelling. But...

- Do you want me so much? - asked with coolness.

- Yes my Lord! Please take your woman.

I retreated to the chair and sat on the edge.

“But I don’t really want you.” You got tired today. So you negotiate with the penis. Like him, so be it, take advantage.

And with an enormous effort of will he tried to subdue an erection.

My woman ridiculously looked out at me with surprised blue eyes - between spread legs and over huge tits. Then her face became childishly pitiful and, having rolled to the floor, she crawled towards me, unbuttoned her tail coat, babbling something tender and playful, unbuckled her belt, dismissed her fly, pulled out a member who had adopted a martial position in her slender fingers, braided black spider web gloves. Seeing an erection, she relaxed and slyly flashed eyes on me from under the golden bangs. Continuing to slowly prank — the glow of the candles played on her sexy French manicure — and looking into my eyes, she slowly licked the shiny, greasy lipstick, dark red lips, stretched them to the head, opened it, and their wet pink underside became visible. .. With a blissful moan, wetly wrapped her lips with a half-head, lowered her eyelashes, put on a penis, with a twist of the head she took off from her - smacked, the head of my penis jumped out, from it to the full lower lip stretched and broke the pearl string of saliva. Tickled her head and bridle with her tongue, again with a voluptuous sigh, crawled onto her penis with her lips, lifted, bent over - her hair flowed like a golden wave onto her bare shoulder - and slowly began to haul her bosom lips, pressing her with her open palm. The nails of her other hand playfully and very pleasantly tickled my crotch, gradually going down to the anus, and now her finger caresses the entrance to my ass with her light circular movements. Very nice, if only it did not think - inside.

“Your hands are too loose,” I whispered through excitement.

He pushed her away, stood up, took thin shackles on a long chain, and bound my wrists to my woman. As I clicked on the tiny padlocks, she devotedly looked into my eyes and licked her swollen, weary lips.

Tied with her palms, she took my dick and began to stroke it, simultaneously stroking her fingers to his sides, then leaned over and tickled the hole in the head with fast, elastic movements of the tongue. Kissfully kissed the tip of the penis, began to play tongue with a bridle. Without releasing my gaze, I slowly ran my tongue down the trunk. One of her shackled hands clasped my cock (fingers barely converged, he was so thick), the fingers of the other buried in the hair on my stomach - how much chain was enough. Full, densely painted lips stuck to the scrotum, a wet, sharp tongue ran along the testicles covered with pimples. Her hand continued to cheat my dick. Right under the trunk with swollen veins was her amazingly beautiful face.And then it slid lower, only a luxurious bang and half-hidden eyes with thick, long eyelashes remained in sight. My woman kissed and licked my crotch, amazing sensations. I stroked her golden hair. And she slipped even lower - her eyes disappeared from view, leaving only the curls that flow through my fingers. I felt ...