“How’s that?” I asked, slowly twirling the instrument around inside while pushing and pulling it a bit. This wasn’t easy and I was making sure that the slow rotation would be more stimulating than painful.
Even with her head severely restrained by the tied hair, Monica shook her head and muttered unintelligible words and phrases into her gag as I diddled her with the springy steel whisk. I could tell, easily, that she was climbing the physical and mental mountains towards a quick orgasmic peak, so before she went too far, I abruptly extracted the small whisk and used it, as I had the other one, on both of her n*****s in a one-two motion that had the desired effect.
I dropped the whisk and opened my trousers, moving my stone hard c**k up into the triangular keyhole between her splayed t
