When the beating resumed, he came at her from behind, pushing her forward with his foot laid squarely at her back, until her shoulders rested on the rocky ground. Again, the switch tore into her flesh and again what started as pain transformed into a terrible pleasure. Soon she was moaning, frantic that she could not stop the orgasm from consuming her body.
Blows from the wicked switch stopped as suddenly as they had begun. New sounds replaced the old ones – like that of a belt buckle and a zipper – then came the feral scent of a man’s crotch hovered above her. She rose up instinctively finding the c**k with her mouth and devouring the organ with her lips and tongue. It slid down her throat and was held there with a hand heavy on the back of her head.
When the stranger let go of her head
