Visiting With A Futa Dominatrix
By
Jennifer Lynne
And when Mistress Alexa returned to my side, it was with the ruthless sting of the cat o’nine tails. I squirmed at the whip’s caress, the skin of my back alight with tingling twinges of pain from the multitude of leather strips that the dominatrix rained upon me. My back, my ass, my thighs, the soles of my feet – all of my nerve endings lit up and joined in with the pain that radiated out from my tight clamped n*****s and excruciatingly stretched c**k and balls.
And then, in an instant, the combined assault on my senses – from the humiliation and groping in the club, to the bite of the riding crop on my butt cheeks, the agonizing pressure on the sensitive, puckered skin of my n*****s and the rhythmic ache in my weighted down genitalia –
