I can’t escape the sensation… almost painful, a deep tingling. My cries excite Him, they always do. He sits and watches me writhing and whimpering..., my head tossing back and forth, my hips arching. Slowly the sensation fades. My body relaxes, slightly. ‘There, my sweet, I think that’s a lesson you will remember?’ He asks. ‘Yes, Master’ I whisper. He reaches for a mirror, showing me my clit, peeking out between my bare puffy lips, jutting out hard and red. The black silken cords framing my red. As we kissed, my hands started to explore, and went under her tee, and started caressing her back and making my way up to her tits; I then gently lifted her tee off her and started groping her tits through her sports, and she let out gentle moans. Then got her sports bra off, and set her puppies free of captivity, and went on pressing them, as we were still tongue tied.Once I had the top now, it was time to work on the bottom, so I gently slid my hand down, and starting fingering her pussy, and. .do you? Tell me...? I taunt. ?I love this...I love you fucking me with your fingers, oh...please...more...? youbeg. Smiling to myself I slide a third finger inside. Again your soft moan,this time lower, deeper from your chest. You start to push back at me, as muchas you can, considering how you are bound. On each backwards thrust of yourhips to meet my hand, a low grunt escapes your lips. I love the sounds youmake as you enjoy my touch and you lose yourself in the pleasure. Withdrawing my hand. Fir dheere se uski jeans ka button khol diya woh manaa karne lagi…(boli nahi jairaj pls) mene force nahi kiya uske boobs ko chumta raha use aur excited kar raha tha aur usko apne uper liya fir apna ek haath uske pith par ghumaate raha aur uske gardan pe gaalo pe chumne laga fir dheere se haath uske jeaans me daal diya peeche se, kiss karte karte raha aur apna haath uske panty k andhar daal diya piche se, apni ek ungli niche karte karte uske love hole ko touch kiya woh puri gilli ho chuki.