“What about your c*m, David, will you eat your c*m for me?”
“I uh, I…”
“Wrong answer,” she chided.
This time she placed just one stroke on the end of his still engorged p***s, which caused him to scream and it to deflate somewhat. Her hand worked furiously between her legs.
“Your c*m, David?” she asked sweetly. “What about your c*m?”
“I’ll eat it, Miss, I’ll eat it, I promise I’ll eat it just please don’t whip me anymore,” he beseeched.
His pitiful whining voice begging her to stop and the view of his naked, helpless, whip marked body hanging in front of her—along with the action of her frantic hand—pushed her over into one of the most intense orgasms of her life. It had a mind of its own, going on and on, seemingly forever as she collapsed writhing on the floor, descending almost t
