Relaxing her neck, Sandra lets her head lean backward into the sink and lifts one foot, bracing it against the fridge while allowing the other to dangle off the edge of the counter. Big cock After what feels like an eternity she hears the bathroom door close and a stream of urine hitting the pool of water in the toilet bowl. Now any movement of her legs or feet will result in a painful tug on her nipples. Nothing, the only sound she hears is the Master humming its monotonous tune. Withdrawing the cold sugary phallus she inspects her progress. First she attaches the nipple clamps and tightens them down until the pain is pronounced. Her clit and rosebud are so sore from the constant barrage that the vibrators have lost their effect It had been nearly fifteen minutes since she has cum, the Master hit full power five minutes ago and it just isn’t enough anymore.
