My mind raw and twisted,
The soft spell of my fingers touch the leather skinned whip as I expel it against your juicy little ass.
Moments like these are my favorite, when your with me.
He strapped my ankles, wrists and all, to demand a bitter strength ignited in his intentions.
Another spank from the whip, tingly, prickly but yet so swiftly.
Few bruises here and there...
but your little angel love's every last bit of your masculine touch.
Feather me up, through tickles and such,
take me by the hair, and pull me towards your lavishing warm chest, where the sweat trickles down the arches of your ribs.
Feeling you pulsate when your prick is in me,
as I make you c*m....a little closer to another specious night filled with adventure.