The Roman expertly struck her right across her puffy red nipples, driving them back into her chest like hammered nails and watching them rebound, swelling with welts. Winners at dice games were allowed to masturbate her in any way they wished. Her forearms were strapped horizontally behind her with what felt like bandage. Stop, you sick bastard, stop! I own that smooth skin of yours, I own those precious, high-riding titties of yours, I own your firm thighs, and I own your round asses. Seeing those fat tears run down your arrogant fucking face is the reason I endured years in a prison hellhole.
It cut into her and stung badly.
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Her forearms were strapped horizontally behind her with what felt like bandage. Tease that you are, I bet you made men spurt their goo into your hand. And three fingers are not going to help much either! BDSM Art is here. Maxima had become the star turn at his dinner parties, where a special platform had been constructed for her. He rarely beat her when she was working in the house, but every time she sucked his cock he slapped her with a horrible stick rod made of dry twisted leather.