Giles gazed in awe as the dancing strap kissed her skin and made her flesh raw. Sometimes the end of it would curl about her thighs and she would shriek. With other snaps, it dug into her flaming behind as though it might cut the skin. Yet, for most of this session, it simply hit straight on; the fine harmony of leather and tuneful cries filling the cabin with their delightful music.
Regardless of her physical torment, Vicki Lake was a proud submissive, always coming back, centering herself. A quality he admired in any surrendering woman.
The shudders that shimmied from her torso to her toes made his c**k stiffen. And beneath the flare of her ass, he could see her p***y dampening. What wonders were contained there for him to sample! The wait itself would be divine anticipation.
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