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Mine by loyalsock
Date: 10/15/2015, Categories: BDSM Fetish, Hardcore Author: loyalsock, Source: xHamster
... time. Her orgasm was short and intense and a reflection of her love for him. Her body burned brilliantly for a moment and then her love dripped down her bare legs and mixed with the rain. She shook from the intense, unexpected v******e of the orgasm. It had ripped out of her like a living thing fighting to be free. His laugh was gentle and loving as he watched her recover. Having the power to touch her in that way pleased him. Knowing his touch caused such powerful feelings pleased him. As she shook she smiled, she knew she had once again pleased him. Her heart beat faster with pride knowing that his smile was inspired by her. He stepped away from her and she heard him working on something. Metallic sounds and then an evil hiss and she shook. She could feel the heat and knew it was a blow torch set to heat a branding iron. She was afraid and yet excited at the same time. Her body shook as she tried to control the conflicting emotions in her. The smell of the heat in the air was powerful, she couldn't ignore it. Then his hand again and a softly whispered, "Not yet, baby girl." He brushed her wet hair back and she calmed, knowing he would not deceive her. "Not yet . . . first you fly." She giggled and smiled. His touch stroked away her fears and she was safe again. She felt the touch of leather falls upon her back and purred at their familiar touch. The leather falls of this flogger were elk leather, so butter soft they were like a tiny kisses on her. He ...
... stepped back and the leather slid away. Tiffany made her breath deep and regular and was ready to begin. The flogger fell softly at first. A steady slow rhythm on her shoulders and back and then upward swats on her ass cheeks. It felt like a massage right now, the sting minimal compared to the pleasure. The pace was steady and the strength of the blows began to increase slowly. The blows began to vary, striking in irregular patterns across her back and ass. Faster and harder they came, slowly working up in power and intensity. Tiffany stood stone still in the rain and felt each lick of the leather, enjoyed every second of the sting and thud. Faster and into a figure eight swing that whipped her shoulders and ass in a lighting repetition of blows that caused her whole soul to stiffen under the onslaught. The blows slowed and his hand toughed her in-between them to make sure she was okay. She curled her back to his touch and he laughed. The strikes sped up again and came harder and harder on her. Soon the sting made her catch her breath and she lost track of anything but the flogger striking her. The power of the blows and the timing kept her wondering where they would fall next and then finally she lost herself to the sensation and forgot everything else. It seemed each strike took a minute to hit and the painful sting she loved so much lasted for hours. Time became distorted and stretched and pulled on reality. All Tiffany knew was that one blow followed the next. Two floggers ...