His cock was fully erect and leaking precum. It was yummy to look at – I wanted it in my mouth. But instead, I ran my toes over his cock. He twitche... slightly.I stood on his thighs and mildly pressured his cock with my legs alternatively. What started as a caress was now turning into a squeeze. I could see the pain in his eyes. but he managed to smile through it and groaned loudly, “Thank you, mistress.”With his groan, I was hornier, and I wanted to keep inflicting pain. I went for the flogger. The strangling sensation in her chest completely overpowers all other sensation and she claws weakly at the cord around her throat. Her body writhes desperately, trying to find a position where she can breathe, but it does her no good. Ronnie enjoys the way Jenna's death struggles rub against her crotch; she knows she will come, if only Jenna lasts long enough. Jenna's struggles are rapidly getting weaker, and Ronnie no longer needs the desk to help control her. She turns until they are facing. .. whereRosa kept her underthings. I picked a rather simplewhite cotton bra and matching panties. I felt a bit --was disappointed the word? -- as I stepped into such aplain looking panty. It was the same when I put myarms through the straps of the bra and reached behindto do the hooks. As if it was a shame not to wearprettier underclothes. Why was I thinking such thoughts? And how had I beenable to put on the bra so easily? Of course, it was easy. I had been wearing a bra foryears. I remember. My dick almost instantly started getting hard...he was sort of splayed out on a chair in front of his computer, one foot up on the desk, showing the amazing musculature of his thighs and hamstrings, and sort of lying back, with one hand on the mouse, and the other sort of in the top of his boxers. "Hey 'sup Mike, take a seat," he said. I sat next to his chair, on his bed, so that my growing bulge would be out of his sight.I could feel the heat coming from his body even this far away. He looked.