I’m not accepting that and slap the crop hard against the soft flesh of your inner thigh – my game, my rules. I return my attention to your clitor...s, each stroke dead-centre. You can’t decide whether it is pain or pleasure, the nerve-endings screaming in your head for me to relent. The incessant tapping becoming unbearable and relentless, my fingers keeping your lips parted, ensuring your clit is fully exposed. You start to see flashes of light behind the blindfold as your orgasm begins. You. It was a girl in her early twenties, looking exhausted and tightly bound with rope. The strands of her bonds were traced in a curious manner, around her wrists and ankles and all around her, right through her little cunt so her clit was never left in peace. Realization dawned on her face as soon as she first tried to move and she began to sob quietly. My eyes slid across the room in search of any other sign of life. It took me a while before my eyes adjusted enough to spot the tattoo girl,. Christ. The panties were limp, and moist with a warm dampnesswhen I picked them up. I couldn't put them down, even though I knew I should have. They were so soft, slightly yellowed in the crotchwere the girl had sweat between her tight thighs. I could smell the heady mixture of perspiration and a woman's hot musk emanating fromthe crotch of the panties, and I nearly passed out when I bent and inhaled the stink. I sat down on the bench and picked up Darian'ssweat-soaked white socks. This was. ‘Oooh, yes! Oh your fucking cock feels so good.’. She gripped the edge of the table, her knees buckling and thrashing, pushing her pussy down onto me. Her nipples were at full erection and I pinched one, holding her in the midst of the orgasm, using the tingling from the pinch to encourage more convulsions in her pussy. I could feel it pulsing on my cock. As her orgasm subsided I decided I was going to make this last a little longer. I flipped her over again so that her ass was pushed high in.