You start slowly,teasing me,letting my imagination run wild.Pinching me here and there,lightly slapping my breasts,letting a slight smile slip when you see a red mark appear on my breasts or the inside of my thighs.I bite my lower lip; silently pleading with you to hit me harder and make it hurt.I want it bad.You start getting a little more rough,enjoying the gasps that escape my mouth.You pinch harder, leave handprints when you slap my body.You pull on my nipples until I arch my back and let out a small scream.You pull out a whip and lightly start whipping my breast and the inside of my thighs.Making them red,making them sting.I can see that you are getting hard again at the sight of my squirming from the whipping you are giving me.I can only
