#43646 - I was dreaming wasn’t I? I wasn’t here, the searing pain on my skin was now a hot feeling, still stinging but now a different sort of feeling, it felt good; it was making my heart beat and the blood flow to my cock, which was now the centre of her attention. On and on she rubbed, brutally punishing me I thought, so that the skin was becoming raw on my cock. Selections of canes, slim and long were standing in there.
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