- Not! You are welcome! Just not the rod!

After each of my words, I passionately kissed her foot. Nude Oksana tenderly looked at me and laughed with slight surprise, putting her foot under my kisses.

- You are welcome! I beg you! Anything but a rod!

I really was afraid of the rod. Sometimes, when I was brutally excited and well attached, she could be tolerated and even found something interesting in the whipping process. The gag also helped a lot - it was possible to bite him when another blow fell on my ass. But it was never an easy thing. Today I was not ready for this.

- Give me a belt? Oh please! The rest is all you want!

I wasn't sure I could convince her. Oksana takes decisions in bed, all I could do was get on my knees and ask. But I continued to support my requests with kisses. Despite the fear of a possible meeting with the rod, I enjoyed myself sucking her fingers, licking my heel and gently touching my feet with my lips. And lover Oksana did not resist.

- Okay! The rods will be next time, and now carry me a belt and go to bed. We will play "Whip and Gingerbread" ...

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Before any sex laid spanking, these are the rules. Harsh torture with a rod or a gentle play with a whip, but I should already be whipped when we start making love. “Whip and Gingerbread” is the only exception: spanking and sex begin at the same time.

Oksana sat on the bed, leaning back. I stood on my hands and knees in front of her, hesitated for a second, and resolutely kissed her lips. For a few seconds we were kissing wildly, but then she pushed me all the same and showed me the finger down.

I love to work with my mouth in bed, but one thing is when Oksana just sits on my face and tells me to lick, then I can practically “relax and have fun”, besides looking at her gorgeous breasts; much harder to do the same while whipping. In this, however, the whole point. For me, this is a great attention concentration exercise. The belt whistled down on my ass, the body twitching slightly from each blow, but I myself completely focused on what I was doing with my tongue. They say that Julius Caesar could do two things at the same time. I wonder if he would have done with the “Carrot and Whip”?

Oksana's breathing became more frequent, and the belt beats, on the contrary, were more rare. For her, “Whip and Gingerbread” is also a test: it's hard to have fun, and not to forget about spanking. I was able to take a little breath. Without stopping to lick, I carefully raised one hand and touched her nipple. There was no blow, so I guessed her desire. I raised my other hand more confidently and began to massage her breasts. The moments when, during sex, my hands are not tied, happen lately not so often and need to be able to use them correctly. I used correctly: Oksana groaned. I did not dare to break away from my carrot to look, but I was almost sure that she was biting her lower lip with pleasure ...

Hit! Another blow! And further!

This series of signals made me realize that I was too relaxed. I started moving my tongue faster, and then more and more quickly, but the blows did not end anymore. Now Oksana asked them a rhythm, in time with which I licked. My fingers clenched on her nipples, not only my tongue, but my whole head was moving at a frantic pace, and it seemed as if they were lowering my skin from the buttocks; Oksana groaned, her legs and lower abdomen began to tremble. We went to the finish line to orgasm.

Oksana is left-handed, and she holds the belt in her left hand. Her right hand fell on my shoulder and dug into my back with brightly colored nails. It was painful, but I was even glad: it distracted me from pain elsewhere. Oksana, meanwhile, struggled in orgasmic convulsions, gradually slipping lower and lower, and she was almost under me.But so far she hasn't been bothered by it and I gently kissed her nipples and tummy. The belt slipped out of a weakened hand, the grip on my shoulder loosened and Oksana relaxed, breathing evenly and taking this dubious vanilla weasel without objection. I knew it wouldn't last long.

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After a little rest and stopping my kisses with a pair of light slaps, Oksana blindfolded my eyes and ordered me to lie and masturbate while she prepared something. Knowing that she liked to see my cock as hard as possible, I did what was told, but slowly - the last thing I wanted to do was to finish without her permission. Soon she took off the bandage and I saw that she prepared for me.

“The more the male ego, the more there must be a strap-on,” Oksana once told me. Judging by the surprise that stood on the chair, my ego has increased markedly since last time.

- Sit down! - she said.

The strap-on was attached to the chair on the suction cup and was already lubricated with lubricant, but its size confused me. I tried to figure out in my mind if he was much more than the one Oksana had fucked me last time. I did not want to disgrace myself in front of her.

- Sit down! - She persistently repeated, pointing at him with her index finger.

“Ah ...” I began, trying to collect my thoughts.

- Another word and you will suck it. Standing on a pea! She gently warned me. I fell silent and stepped over to the chair.

Resting my hands on a chair, I began to try to get down on the strapon. The most difficult thing is to relax and let in the first few centimeters. After the recent flogging, it is always somehow easier, but I used to do it lying down, so at first nothing worked.

Oksana came closer and put her hands on my shoulders. Her chest was right in front of my face. Even in such a difficult situation, I found that I only think about her boobs. She noticed it too.

- You can kiss. - she allowed, and when I dug into them, pressed on my shoulders. Easy, stronger, even stronger ... and here I was already impaled on a spit.

Instantly, I felt the difference between anal sex and this. When Oksana had me, she did not enter the entire length - at least, not immediately. Now, in obedience to the power, I descended lower and lower, approaching the base. It was uncomfortable, I tensed again and the movement stopped.

Oksana chuckled merrily. Looking up at her, I realized that I had not noticed at what point I stopped kissing her breasts. Her hands were still on my shoulders. Our eyes met. After a moment, she threw her leg over me and sat on my lap in the pose of a rider. Groaning, I sank down a few centimeters, for which I was immediately rewarded with a passionate kiss on the neck. Then Oksana carefully, but firmly took me by the hands and led them over the back of the chair, depriving me of support. A few more centimeters. The handcuffs clinked and clicked, hanging, as it turned out, on the back of the chair - I was so impressed with the strap-on that I didn't notice them at all. Oksana rubbed her pubis about my dick, and then swayed forward, carrying all her weight on me. My buttocks finally felt the surface of the chair. I managed!

- Well done! - whispered pleased Oksana and kissed me.

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But the surprise did not end there. While I, often breathing, tried to get used to the sensations, Oksana got up and moved aside. I was so pleased with myself that I did not immediately become interested in what she was looking for there. When this question nevertheless arose in me, Oksana had already gone behind my back. Some exciting seconds, during which I did not understand what was happening, and then the strapon in me buzzed. Sex toy turned out to be a vibrator with a wireless remote!

From surprise, I twitched, but quickly calmed down when Oksana’s palms went down on my chest and her fingers began to massage my nipples. The member periodically quivered, completely out of step with the vibration, responding to my excitement. Oksana leaned over my shoulder and admired them, continuing to rotate, knead and scratch my nipples. Her hair fell on my face, and I buried myself in them, inhaling their scent, and then, unexpectedly for myself, licked her ear a couple of times.Her possible reaction disturbed me a little, but her impudence was out of place - Oksana only giggled, and I began to lick her ear ...