He gave me an appraising glance before nodding in approval, and I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in relief. Blowjob sex He hit the plug again. Yet even as I cried the sting felt delicious, making me wetter even as it hurt. He continued like this as I counted each strike, never in the same spot, and tears had started to run down my cheeks. After a moment memories of the previous night, really only hours before, flooded my mind. I felt myself getting wet as the memories played through my head, and my hand began to snake down my naked body. Then I brought them out to rub my clit sensually until I could hardly take it any more, and slipped the fingers back inside again, stalling my orgasm, my other hand still fondling my tits, moaning softly as I tormented myself.
