Looking very pleased with his marksmanship, he lowered the quirt and leisurely ran a finger through the cleft of Cressida’s buttocks and over her quivering cunt, pausing to dip a finger just inside the swollen aperture. It came up moist and shining.
“Oh dear!” he remarked facetiously, wiping the beads of perspiration from her brow and smoothing aside a damp strand of hair that was hanging limply downwards. “I have clearly underestimated you. What an insatiable little slut you are! Although I must say it bodes favourably for what I have in mind for you next. Just as soon as we finish up here.”
With that he struck her another blow with the quirt, full along the length of Cressida’s poor tormented cunt. Her whole body shook. She had an overwhelming desire to close her legs and protect herse
