And now, fully behind, where she can’t see me, a lash, across her lovely pale ass. Charlotte jolts and moans. Fingers of red rise on the skin.
Her body gleams, the reflected candlelight picking out amber highlights on breast and face and the smooth curve over her stomach. Another lash across her buttocks and she cries out, loudly now, writhing against the ropes….
The liquid tang of her p***y tells me she’s ready, but I check, penetrating her with my fingers, testing her. She’s open and pulsing, and my hand comes away wet and hot.
“Drenched already,” I say, then for good measure, bring the tails across her ass-cheeks again, in a stroke intended to make her scream.
She shrieks and, reversing the flogger in my hand, briefly I display it to her…. showing her what I’m about to do to her.
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