No, that can’t be the term, can it? Indian sex You weren’t ready to quit yet. She slapped you again, and again, across your face. Finally, she seemed to finish, and you felt them slowly cinch onto something, your leg being stretched but at last you found something that felt like hard rubber, not the floor, but something to stand on, maybe, if you could just reach it. I didn’t say get up and masturbate. Fuck…
Your thighs she squeezes and slaps; her hands darting in and around, roughly handling your body. As your eyes adjusted to the new freedom, you noticed your husband, the man who had clearly just used your mouth, and a woman who was also wearing a collar. Slowly, you were lowered until you were barely standing on the balls of your feet. “Good girl, you’ve earned a prize” she said tauntingly. “You should ask permission to cum first, slut”. Her fingers grip your pussy and you can feel how easily they make their way inside you. You tried not to move as her fingers found the spot.
