He teased her with the touch of the leather flogger handle at her lips, then ran the implement over her face, drawing it unhurriedly over her shoulder letting each fall tickle its own separate path of flesh. Renee fell back into the wrist restraints, body in a waking faint as this lover worked his fingers into her crotch to stimulate another climax. He withdrew in time to leave her longing, in time to crush the next attempt with a few ass kicking blows leveled at her buttocks, point aptly made. Standing at attention again, she took more leather rain, while crying softly to herself, so only she and he could hear.
He stood at her back, his hand around her torso, his fingers covering one n****e and squeezing the tender bud, increasing her discomfort until she emitted a sensuous groan, “Ahhh
