Carissa fought to regain her breath, her lovely face twisted into a tear-drenched mask of agony, and then moaned in despair when the eager tongue again found her poor nipple and wet it anew. “It soothes” remarked Susan as she lifted the cane again, “but it makes the next blow more painful, don’t you think?” and she arched a perfect eyebrow. “Yes, yes” Carissa panted. The wicker whistled into the other, untouched breast even faster and harder than before, tracing a line of white-hot fire level with the others and driving all the air from her lungs. Her knuckles whitened where she clutched at the steel links and her fair hair tossed to and fro as she flung her head from side to side, stamping her feet and screaming herself hoarse while her bosom was viciously striped by a flurry of backhand and forehand strokes. Finally, she could hold on no longer and slid to the floor wailing pitifully. Susan knelt beside her, stroking her head and making soothing noises. “And do you scream so prettily, I wonder?” asked Vasiliki of her victim, leaning over the slowly writhing body to prick gently at a nipple with the point of the knife. The woman met her gaze with a voluptuous smile, then winced momentarily when the blade pressed a little harder, almost breaking the skin, before tracing an invisible line over her pale, freckled chest to rest threateningly at the other breast. “Your skin is public flawless, unmarked” she went on. “You have not been cut Hardcore recently”. “Not ever cut yet” she replied dreamily, with an even stronger English accent than Susan’s. She had been sliding two fingers back and forth between the lips of her cunt but now she reached with her other hand to hold herself open and stab the fingers inside herself to the knuckle. Enchanted, Vasiliki pressed their mouths together in a deep and lingering kiss which ended with a long, low moan. The knife was now buried half its length into a pert breast and a startlingly red trickle of blood ran down her ribs. “Yes…” the woman sighed and Vasiliki sat back to draw the tip carefully down her naked flank describing a shallow cut down to her knee. Tiny droplets of blood started along its length and she sighed again, arching her back to invite more of this sweet torment. Carissa lay back, propped up on her elbows, weeping softly as Susan blowjob licked and kissed her torn breasts with a tenderness born of calculated cruelty. Her fingers wandered to the delicate buckle Brunette that secured the thong and quickly unfastened it, freeing her victim’s dripping cunt but leaving the anal plug in place, then she reached for the cane and rose gracefully to her feet. Carissa followed her every move with smouldering eyes, slack-jawed with lust. “Turn around” Susan ordered in her low, musical voice. Carissa lifted herself onto her knees and elbows, with her head down and her hips raised high. Smiling, Susan planted a foot on her outspread blonde hair to hold her in place and took aim at the round cheeks humbly presented to her, framed by stocking-tops and suspender-belt. Carissa bore amateur two dozen powerful swipes in obedient silence, never shifting her position, until a fine latticework of crimson scars decorated her abjectly surrendered arse and a drop of moisture ran from her cunt lips to fall on the mattress between her outspread knees. “You are so greedy for pain” Susan told her, with real warmth in her voice, and she could only close her eyes and nod her head. “Now spread yourself as widely as you can and give your arse up to me”. As she obeyed, Susan stepped over her to stand astride the flare of her hips and bent forward to grab the leather straps hanging from the thick rubber plug in her arse. “Pull yourself open” she said and as Carissa reached back to spread her burning cheeks apart she drew it out with a slow, steady motion that made her groan deep in her throat. “And keep still for as long as you can”. “Oh, Ben, I didn’t realize that you were here! In my room, I pulled Beryl in a tight hug. I told my granddad she knows everything and she wants you Hardcore to fuck her. "Yeah . . . I would lay over there before going on my next day deliveries. She used it to blind fold her guest. Vlad and I got together, we wanted to see all of the action throughout the night, so our plan was to hide in the closet in the living room and look through the panes. Her lips blowjob still had the taste of Amy’s woman juice. Shortly afterwards Jake said he had an idea for another game. He was reaching around and rubbing my boobs and then playing with my pussy Brunette as we watched. Too my sister. It happens all the time they assured her. As he fed on her tits, her belly, as his mouth worked down to the pouting slice of her pussy, she began to understand that, at the very least, Moller seemed amateur to have a bit of a crush on her. Dan Brown coined the term in 2003. They were all blonde and had long wavy hair. ‘It feels so good,’ Chad thought, ‘I have to stop her, I might cum if she keeps this up!’ But, he couldn’t stop her. “first before we proceed we need to get these clothes off of you public baby”. Nicole, along with everyone else looked over as he leaned down, sliding his warmups and boxers to the floor.