Bella Cole rides her twat on a throabing member

She ran her fingers through her close-cropped white hair, down the nape of her neck and around her throat. With a sigh, she reached to the back of her neck to unfasten her slave-collar for the first and last time, and let it fall to the floor. Carissa stepped forward to settle the noose under her chin and pull the knot tight behind her ear. She pressed the length of her nude body against Janika’s and licked her neck. Then she took the end of the rope and hauled on it until the muscles in her arms stood firm and taut and Janika swung helplessly choking, her hands reaching desperately over her head to grasp the rope and ease the tension on her throat. Carissa looped the end around the lamp bracket and adjusted it so that Janika could just stand on tip-toe before tying it off securely. Janika’s eyes followed her as she picked up the scourge and brought it to her lips to be humbly kissed, then stepped back to give herself room to swing. Now began the most brutal flogging Carissa had ever delivered. A fierce exultation seized her at the sight of soft flesh presented for punishment. With no subtlety and no thought of restraint she swung the shining steel in great arcs, left and right, slicing into white skin, tearing and rending. Janika twisted from side to side at the hips as her toes desperately sought purchase on the worn woodwork. Her mouth gaped in silent agony and her fingers scrabbled wildly at the hemp biting cruelly into her tender flesh of her neck. In a moment of respite while Carissa paced around to lay into her back she managed to take a firm grip of the rope above her head and settle her feet together. She drew great lungfuls of air, her body at full stretch and pathetically vulnerable to the whip when the torment began again, as violently as before. The screams were full-throated now, an unfeigned expression of complete and utter despair. The strokes landed slightly higher each time, first cracking into her buttocks and wrapping around her hips and then cutting a latticework up her back until the wounds were being carved into her shoulder-blade, under her arms and into her round breasts, where blood sprayed when the hooks ripped her. Janika’ s hands fell away from the rope and her feet slipped on the smooth oak; she bared her white teeth in a grimace of pure anguish and her tongue protruded soft and wet as the noose tightened. Dmitri folded his arms and observed her frantic struggling in quiet satisfaction, impassive behind his surgical mask, until at last her writhing lessened and her hands fell away, limply, to her sides. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth half open and she spoke in a low, husky voice when Dmitri and Grigori closed in around her. “Thank you”. Both had gym-hardened bodies, although Grigori would never quite lose the weight he had put on during years of enforced idleness in prison. Her hands roamed over them, stroking chests and bellies, running her fingertips delicately around their balls and over their throbbing erections while she chewed on her lower lip and flared her nostrils. Dmitri moved closer and seized her arse, taking the weight while positioning her exposed cunt over his twitching cock. Her breathy sigh of relief was stifled almost immediately when he rammed himself deep inside her welcoming wetness and began to ream her with brutal stabs of his broad hips. Her arms enfolded his heavy shoulders as she pressed her slender body to his, meeting his attack with an equal fervour. Meanwhile, Grigori had stepped up behind her and reached an arm around her waist. Taking careful aim, he drove his stiff cock firmly into the puckered bud of her arse. She sighed as his hips began to pump up and down. Grigori grunted with effort and Janika screamed at the violence of the dry prick stabbing deep inside her and wrapped herself even more tightly around Dmitri’s mighty frame. The cries of pain settled into a series of staccato yelps as her two executioners took hold of her arse and thighs, found their pace, indian and began to thrust into her two holes with long strokes - first the one, then the other. “Upon me!” she sobbed. The motion of the two became harder and faster, their grinding and pounding redoubled. Janika’s breasts bounced and she laid a hand onto Dmitri’s heaving chest to excite his nipples with fluttering fingers. He could only grunt and pant, but Janika began to cry out as she bucked and writhed under the double assault. At last, he finished with a muffled snarl and froze rigid, his hips thrust forward and up before he backed away from the makeshift Hardcore gallows. His arms fell away from her and a great shudder ran through him. Janika slipped back from his clasp and her feet lost purchase on the stool. • Relationships Carole dropped to her knees in front of him as he unzipped his pants. “Let’s go in the water.” She sighed like she was my girlfriend. They were worshiping me. I was divine, Hardcore the consort of the God Henry. “I bought you time, now use it!” Arbitrus hissed to me right before Wrath seized him. at the same moment he slowly started to pull the football sized plug from her cunt. Instead of interrupting her, he just came back into the kitchen. “I guess she had me there. Lisa was right about you.” A long queue of patients, obviously waiting to see Dr. Sheppard, had formed in the waiting room. Amy went back to her little fiddiling with my cock till I got back to where I was hitting the entrance to something but this time the head of my cock slipped in and proceeded to push in I couldn’t really tell if this was her pussy or her ass I asked Amy the same question I was thinking she just told me to reach down indian and have a feel witch I did I found my cock and felt the hole engulfing it it was definitely her asshole my cock was actually submerging inside her asshole. Clumsy and a bit anxious?" We were both rock hard in no time.