My breasts were bulging over the top of my bikini and my shrinking waist made my widening hips even more obvious. My sleek athleticism was slowly bein... replaced by soft erotic bimbo curves. Even my face looked softer. I snarled at the mirror, trying to look fierce. I stopped when two of my colleagues walked in the locker room and looked at me strangely. I walked into the arena and saw that a real bitch match was taking place in the ring. Some of the girls are true erotic fighters and. She was absolutely helpless, and there was nothing erotic in this feeling. Despite eight months of spanking, flogging and caning, she didn’t get used to them at all. With each stroke Christine felt she would pass out and never see the light of day again.She was alive, though, when the scourging was finished. She even wished that she wasn’t: her all body hurt, covered with welts, and her butt plug still was stretching her from behind. She sobbed silently: arms up, breasts quivering, body. His fingers explore her labia, flitting about to include her clitoris and Riley thrusts inside her slit with two fingers. He finds no rhythm, deliberately. She tenses her pert bottom, enduring the torture. His touch holds a certain urgency. Excitement drives his fingers.“Gentle” She whispers, unable to wait.In one move, Karina is whisking her leg around. She sits on top of him. Karina puts a palm flat on his chest and begins to stuff her pussy with his length. At first she holds his gaze but as. I continued this process until the lather had been scraped away by the blade. I then took my cock in my hand and moved it over. Then, I grabbed my balls in my hand. With my other hand, I took the razor and began shaving my balls. My cock was growing erect. Suddenly, I felt the razor snag. I jumped. I looked down and there was a small ‘paper cut’ from the blade on my balls. It was difficult to see as the water from the shower kept washing the blood away. ‘Damn it, Tom. Be careful!’ I said aloud..