The point was the pain and fear. Indian Sex Video This one had resisted for two days now. I sighed. I’d whipped her with a rattan cane until her voice went hoarse from screaming, then held her on the very edge of orgasm for an hour at a time, but still she hadn’t begged me to finish her. Why can’t you just admit it?”
She shook her head again. I kept it close enough that she had to modulate her breathing; with her hyperventilation, her chest was at risk of heaving into it. I had another project I wanted to check up on. If you beg for mercy now, I’ll spare you it. “You want it. Her eyes went wide with terror. “Maybe I should just give up on you. This was the tail end of one of those hour-long sessions I’d mentioned. I’ll do anything you ask. There was a sound of hissing flesh, quickly drowned out by her shriek. Now, an iron rod was heating in a brazier. You’re always going to beg me to hurt you and you’re going to come when I do.”
She kept screaming. But still she didn’t beg, so I brought it down lower on her body, held it over her open pussy lips and engorged clit.
