Dennis recognized these as leftover curtain hangers with a fearsome bite. Ignoring her husband’s hisses of pain, Mistress clamped one of these onto each earlobe and n****e, turning all four spots of tender flesh into screams of excruciation. Then she grabbed another handful, and began applying them to his erection.
Four on each side of the rigid shaft and three on the pulsing head, already leaking pre-c*m, and soon Gianna had turned his turgid p***s into a bar of neural fire. Dennis was so lost in this somehow desperately arousing agony that he was hardly aware of it as she finished up by pushing his imprisoning chair up tight against the wall.
“I’ll be back,” she suddenly declared. Capriciously, she slapped him again. “I’ve got to dress, and do my hair. You just sit tight, c**k-boy. Pun
