In the mirror I see Michael, sipping wine, watching silently through hooded eyes. His pupils are wide and dark, black against the halo of his golden hair. His gaze locks with mine as the flogger comes down again, lashing across a creamy buttock. The skin feels hot under the kiss of the leather, flushing red in a wide stripe. My p***y is flooding with a scalding fluid, trickling down over my pulsing clit, a mixture of my own juices and Michael´s c*m.
The flogger lashes the other buttock, stinging hard, and I cry out at the pain, but I want this pain, this s****l pain-pleasure surging through my core.
I want to be f****d. I want my Master inside me. My hips begin to gyrate, and the lash comes down again, licking down within my thighs, close by my flooding s*x. My inner walls are pulsing, t
