“Don’t blame me,” the Mistress says defensively, “they shut off when she started enjoying herself too much. “Of course. Japanese sex Desperately, eagerly she focuses on pleasuring her Mistress, her tongue flying across her quivvering clit like a soft, moist hurricane. She feels her Master’s hands prying her knees apart, pinning her legs to the grass as she bucks wildly in a futile attempt to achieve her climax, whimpering helplessly as it slips back out of her reach and the low, soft throbbing begins again, keeping her just on the edge. Her Mistress circles her menacingly, ducking easily under the leash as she firmly raises their Slave’s chin with the crop, lashing out at her ass and pushing her hips forward, lifting each breast and slapping the abused flesh, the Slave’s dusky skin glistening with sweat as she struggles to contain herself.
