`` Please, superior, please fuck me. Please I'm begging. shoot me from that minute where I'm saying ‘ I can take it'to that present moment past ‘ play'to that place where it's delightfully more. Please labor me to scream no and begging you to discontinue, but push me far anyway. Push me farther for your enjoyment. realize me in truth submit. Use me. Torment me to your satisfaction because it is solely about your pleasure not mine. Not because I've made you unhappy. Not even because being beat is good for me ; however, honest it is, but because you enjoy it. Because it excites you to turn my skin red each fourth dimension you lash me. revelry in your tycoon at making me squirm and forcing me to beg for another whipping. I have been fighting myself all day not to beg, but I ca n't take away it anymore. I want you to have a go at it me, Sir. Please. I 'm not just asking. I am begging. delight even to taste you monumental dick in my lip. '' She begs pleadingly.

He loves when she begs. He tells her she is n't allowed, but then he teases her until she must. He tells her what he wants to do to her. He talks about it and leaves their flirt laying around the house. Yet, he does n't touch her because he is waiting until she begs. He waited a few days patiently, waiting for this day. Where she would be on her human knee begging for him. He strokes her chin and grins his sadistic grinning. awe twinkling in her eyes and she knows it is all to obvious, but he loves that. He reminds her she knows better than to beg without being told to do so. He bends her bare torso over his lap. nip. His hand hits her ass. once, twice, three times. He counts to ten before bending her over their mesa. He takes off his belt and spanks her twenty more time. She begins to pule. She loves that he 's touching her, loves the bother, but she ca n't await until the end. She thinks it 's Thomas More than she can handle, but he pushes on. He knows her better than that. He looks for their biggest spark plug and shoves it in her ass without giving her the luck to ask to lubricate it. She moans before realizing that her wet juices have soaked her ass as well. He takes HIS whip out. She hates HIS whip. Every other toy he calls 'theirs ,'but this one is his alone. It hurts the most. He only uses this when his desire has not been met. He hit 's her only twelve times before it starts to cut. He tells her to consider eight more than whippings before he will stop over. She knows he just wants to discover her part offer, but if she does not talk flash enough then it does n't consider. She got 14 more trouncing instead of eight. She loved it, but she hated it all at once. She was his good fucking whore, and he was satisfied with her whacking for now.

He told her to sit on her human knee with her mouth unfold and she must remain still. She was totally exposed as he walked around her nude body. All she wanted was his massive shaft. After he had his fun walking around her he slew his stopcock around her lips. Her moans told him she wanted to nurse it, but he didn't give in. He had all the control. He slid in slightly, teasingly, threatening her not to prompt. He tells her he sees that look on her grimace, the one that seems so do-or-die for something ; he asks what it is she wants. All she can do is whimper with him slightly in her mouth. He teases her again saying ‘ you have tasted some of me. That should be enough.'Her response is immediate. Before thinking she leans forward and takes all of him in her backtalk. He moans loving the touch, but pulls out because she disobeyed. He smacks her across the case and tells her that she will pay for that later. Then he grabs her pilus and rams himself deep in her pharynx. Unprepared she gags and he uses this to thrust himself farther down. Tears trickle down her face. He slowly slides himself out and then slowly eases himself back down her throat. Then he tells her ‘ O.K., slut, now suck my dick.'She does so all too willingly ; she loves the belief of his affectionate cum running down the vertebral column of her throat. He pulls out and grabs her around the cervix. Now it's time for her punishment.

He handcuffed her hands behind her back. Telling her to kneel down, her forehead to the floor at his feet. Her ass sticks up in the air with her thong sliding in between her ass chap deeper. She feels silly, humiliated, and ashamed at how the wetness between her thighs gets increasingly worse. He walks around her letting out a muffled sadistic laugh. He slaps her ass and lantern slide down her thong just to her second joint not allowing her to move. This sends another torrent of emotion. Then he just backs up and stands there. She feels him watching her. He walks away ; she can't see what he's doing. She doesn't feel his middle, just his presence. He is turned on watching her ass, watching as she gets soused and wetter. Soon he sees her juice drip down her leg. He just sits there as it drips Thomas More and more. He strokes himself waiting until the perfect time. It was silent she squirms and he laughs ; she knows right than to address. She couldn't take her mind off of what her physical structure was doing. It was burning all over. It craved some touch, a caress or a slap, but it still continued to drip running down her thighs soaking her thong. Her heart and soul beats faster. Then she feels it, the sting of a swath then his vast dick slide deep into her as he rips her top dog up by her whisker .