Some slaves would argue that while the speed of her strike comes from her hands, the true power of her strike comes from her legs. You could argue ab...ut the greater speed and power of her limbs all day. She is perfect. She is alert at all times to the smallest elements of her environment, Her reaction time is near zero. She misses nothing, she sees EVERYTHING with clear lines of thought and dedication to her purpose. Her form is PERFECT. Her presentation for our pleasure is PERFECT. . "Hunger..." you gasp desperately. The word barely audible yet enough to make me growl. Your smoldering eyes deliciously intense as my fingers dance around your neck, greeted by the playful bite of your bottom lip just as in the restaurant car.My strong arms wrap around you tightly as you squirm and writhe upon the sensual caress of my fingertips. I sense your body aching as you feel my hands upon you. Your eyes close as you lose yourself to the delicious sensations that stir deep within. . Bollam thik ache din ami kore dichi masterda bollo na na darker nei o thik hoye jabe. Ami bollam charun to mathe na thik hole amake thik kore porate parben na amari to loss, asun mathe tipe dich. Kapale hath diye aste aste tipte laglam master dar chokh bujhe also. Pichone giye hatu gere bose kapale hath bulate laglam eban aste kore pichone mathata tene nilam jate amar mai te touch hoi. Arama chokh buje also. Kichu khon pore dekhi master da puro mathata amar dudher upore chere diyeche mone hoche. As my orgasm began to slowly build, I wanted more vigorous stimulation, so I started to raise myself up and lower myself back down on your cock. You began thrusting your hips up to meet my downward plunges, and the friction became intense. We were both moaning by this time, but I decided to draw it out just a little longer, so I lifted myself up and off your cock. I grabbed your arms and helped you into a sitting position, then leaned myself back and put my legs up on your shoulders. From this.