Perhaps a hundred agonizing swipes of the strap had befallen our hero’s quivering backside and his n*****s were almost unimaginably sore from the steady abuse Zelda’s strong tennis player’s hands were inflicting on them. He started to worry that they had finally reached the limit of Zelda’s responsiveness where her post-orgasmic latency became infinite. But his pubic bone seemed to mash against her c******s advantageously enough that her climax finally broke again. She trilled a guttural cry of ecstatic release as her inner contractions milked his c**k very dangerously for his entrapped balls. Angela sensed this and concentrated her strapping on the most erotically charged part of his ass where buttock, thigh, and crotch coincided. But his frantic effort to focus on anything but s*x enable
