It was almost like she was on fire and the only thing that could put her out was Mark’s very talented tongue. He started by sucking as much of her p...ssy into his mouth as he could, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. Alternating that with mashing it with his tongue and she was quickly approaching a thunderous orgasm. Mark pulled back and kept her on the ragged edge. She tried to reach for her clit to finish, but got her hand nipped which just made her hotter. Her heels were digging. He stood for a second dumb founded, then he could contain himself no longer. He launched into destroying everything in the village that he could. He broke things he normally wouldn’t be able to break he had the strength of ten men. He kept going until he was bloody, bruised and had exhausted all his energy. Then he collapsed with a desperate, deep, sadden scream. He sobbed, tears running down his cheeks thinking of his brother and these evil, deceptive, weak men who had murdered him. The other. That’s also one reason I wanted to be gagged, so I couldn’t beg them to stop hurting me (which I was desperately trying to do). I liked being suspended by my wrists onto my tippie-toes and being whipped HARD while I screamed and cried and everyone just sat around and drank and laughed. There was one time when one guy would whip me as long as he wanted, then when he stopped, another guy would start whipping me with fresh enthusiasm. There were about seven of them. Some guys whipped me two or. Again, he looked up at her, now positioned between her legs, with his head hovering at the junction of her thighs. She was almost panting now, and the look in her eyes was one of desperation, almost pleading. As if on queue, the moment before she was about to open her lips and vocalize her desire, his head lowered between her legs, eyes still locked upon hers. He allowed the flat of his tongue to slide out and down, brushing over her lips. He was overwhelmed with how wet she had become. To know.