“You come on this now, I’ll stop, you hear me?”
Her eyes opened in alarm as Alice fought back the pressing urge to come. The whip handle was lodged so deeply within her that obeying Daniel’s order became almost impossible. Regardless, she spit out a dutiful, “Yes, sir,” as he continued to pound the thing into her gaping hole. She clung to Daniel’s order with every bit of concentration she could muster trying not to come. But her cunt and the leather handle were slick with her juices, and the pungent fragrance of her p***y rose up like a cloud and stung their nostrils with the knowledge that she was on the brink of disobedience and could do nothing to prevent what her greedy body craved. He could have drawn out the scene many minutes more; he could assure her failure—which might have suite
