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She move backwards and start to wiggle her ass against my semi erect cock, I retaliate my pinching her nipples, this makes her just press harder against me and I growl in her ear“Hot little bitch aren’t you”She half turns her face and nod with a huge grin on her face, and then she faces the stage area again. I keep on pulling her nipples with my thumbs and forefingers as I squeeze her breasts, she shudders and keep on rubbing her tight ass against my cock, by now I’m raging hard and I thrust up against her, she moves her ass up and down. I slip a hand from her breast and between her legs, my fingers almost plunge into her wet pussy. Damn another one that loves going commando, I go on to rub her hard clit and she shudders harder, her pussy sprays her cum out over my jeans and her skirt. I almost can’t believe that anybody can be so worked up, she shudders some more and then inquiringly rubs her ass against my, now wet, crotch. I keep mauling her soft breast as I unzip my jeans and. ''I think we should let Eva have a break for a minute. Give her some water. Let her stretch her legs and arms,' Brad instructed the three men.Eva was lifted off the bench and drank thirstily from a large glass of water. She stretched her arms and legs and went to sit down on the floor. She was surprised how her sense of balance and coordination had developed having been blindfold for so long.'I never said you had permission to sit down,' shouted Brad.Immediately Eva was grabbed and dragged over to the bench once more. Quickly restrained she realised her error and begged with her master to spare her punishment.'You will never learn to be a good, obedient sub unless you remember what happens when you disrespect your master,' chastised Brad.He turned to one of the black, well-hung men and instructed him to administer twenty strikes across the buttocks using the leather strap.Despite her struggles, Eva couldn't free herself from the bench and she counted the strokes in her head. Tears.
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