“Ohhhhhhh!’ she moaned as the hand continued to enflame her. Her thighs began to quiver and her hips rotated as her passion was fed by the artful attentions to her slit. “Ohhhhhh!” she moaned again as the nubbin at its top was massaged by a gentle finger. She could feel her orgasm building. Her arms strained at the bonds that held them behind her back, useless to defend herself. Her breath became heavy and her body trembled. It was coming, it was coming, it was coming, and then it was there. Her p***y contracted in a hard throb as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She tried to fight it off, recalling that she was performing for this harsh, callous woman. But the waves of pleasure kept coming and she gave herself up to the crescendo of delight with a low, prolonged groan.
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