Emma’s breathing was remarkably controlled. Her whole body rose and fell in a calming and relaxing fashion. I couldn’t help myself. Her position w...s too vulnerable, her whole demeanour, too calm and controlled. My hand came down on her bum with an almighty resounding smack. Emma shrieked. She certainly wasn’t expecting that, as she fell forward onto the bed with the force of my hand. I was expecting her to turn around and give me some verbal abuse. I was surprised, but after she stopped panting. We still had twelve strokes to go and I could tell that her bottom was in agony. I didn’t really care. Whether it was inflicted from a paddle or a phallus, it meant the same thing. I pulled the finger outward, only to have her jerk and force it out completely. She pulled away and glared at me over her arm, eyes brimming with spilled tears and anger. I lifted the paddle again. ?Paddle or the finger.? I asked. She shook her head, her chest heaving with the sobs. ?Look, its one or. You give them all a suspicious look, then open the door. It’s dark inside. One of them gives you a firm push and you stumble into the room. The door clicks shut behind you. Blind, you fumble for the light switch. After a few seconds you find it and flip it on. And your heart skips a beat. There’s someone else in the room. It’s Kaypea (League of legends streamer). Yes, the Kaypea. She’s tied spread-eagled on the bed, completely naked. You stare at her, taking in every detail of her famous young. Breathing deeply and moving my head back and forwards, I let your big cock slide in further towards my throat. You begin to thrust in time with my movements, as I relax into it each time your dick reaches my throat it pushes a little bit deeper. You're sliding in and out of my throat now and we can both feel the tightness of my throat weakening against your cock's relentless movements. Tears I can't control roll down the side of my face but my clit is literally burning with pleasure. I am.