Huddled in a corner of the bed, fat and bald man appears to be crying. The military green shirt's small dark spots were formed of tears and sweat stains under his armpits. Sobs. So much so that I could not speak. Remains silent, waiting.
The woman who stands before you lean and tall. It is wrapped in red latex and fixed silent, cold and distant and severe.
The room is strewn with scented candles and ropes and chains, handcuffs and scented oils and ointments, and toys. Vibrators of various shapes and colors are scattered on the bedside table and dresser.
He is sitting motionless in his underwear, in front of her stares without saying a word. Sighs and tries to escape from the grasp of a pair of handcuffs holding him prisoner.
"Do not move!", Leaving the underwear her whip snapped a shot between his legs.
And sobs to mix a cry of pain.
He does not speak. We limit ourselves to present a look pitiful and pleading.
Then, when about to speak, she blows, as if he knew, as if he read the mind.
"Shut up!".
Another whiplash thighs sweaty and flushed from the previous rounds. Appear long red stripes, wounds that are added to those older and already healed. The man sweats and the sweat mixes with tears. The woman's spit and saliva mixes with her sweat and tears and blood. And the guy plastered the body fluids, they almost go slack.
Cede, for a moment, lets go.
The soft light, the strong smell.
The woman prisoner in front of the system and fixes it and then pulls down the zipper on the front of the shiny costume.
her breasts on display. Then, at the navel, it stops.
"Would you like to see more? Would you touch me? Me? Would you fuck me? "
And he shakes his head up and down. A kind of dumb, sweaty, pleading answers. A silent prayer.
A petition breathless.
And then you breathless and panting as if he were to have an orgasm. The erection under the pants stained with blood.
And she continues.
Without hesitation.
lowers the zipper some more 'revealing the belly smooth, flat as that of a model of advertising. The man rolls his eyes and opens his mouth as if stunned, or hungry. She touched her nipples and he seems that the eyes are going to shoot out of the orbits. The woman slips off completely put red and stands naked before the eyes of his prisoner. The room is damp and smells permeated with warmth and silence. She moves supple, slow. Paraded before the eyes him.
"I bet you'd like to touch me," she whispers.
He is a hoarse whispers.
Then she slaps him hard enough to drop back on the bed.
Hardly able to pull himself up and regain his seat. Pale blue, with shiny skin.
"On your knees."
She snaps another flick, this time on the floor, inches away from obeying him as he was leaving of his own life.
She sits on the chair opposite the bed.
In front of the man on his knees, handcuffed.
It touches with the whip and spread apart the legs.
The opens.
man sticks out his tongue in the impossible attempt to savor it.
He gasps and she looks away from him. A cold stare, superiority, almost with contempt.
He squirms.
She also .
moans.
gasps, groans and accelerated.
Man tries to break free but he is too fat and too sweaty and too tired and too handcuffed.
you enjoy.
He wants to scream. He wants to bite off those shackles that stifle, which prevent him from doing what the instinct to scream.
handcuffs Those who protect him from himself!
With a kick, her, she crashed on the floor. The thud on the floor is deaf. The fat man waves as pudding, like jelly.
She stares at him mercilessly.
He looks at the corner of the eye.
With reverence.
with fear.
And wait.
Spera.
and dreams.
And he implores.
At the foot of her has black patent leather boots. It is with the left that hits it. The man throws a stifled scream, muffled by the pleasure that is mixed with pain.
The humiliation that excites him. The pain makes him feel alive ... and sinner!
The woman lifts the foot and heel with the tip of the temple of man.
Press.
The breathing becomes more labored. She pressed more and more strong. With a sidelong look, and then the man sees it.
nice and hard and cruel and immoral!
The heel, the first to smash in his temple, he stops.
Just then he has his orgasm. His pain fulfilling lost in the silence of the room.
After a few moments she has to break the eerie silence.
As he holds her face becomes as sweet as ever.
"Father, it is almost time. He has twenty minutes before the function. "
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