Roped sitter, chained mom

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"Ohhh, please," Joan begged, squirming against the strong cords holding her wrists and ankles to the bed. "Jack, please do it! Fuck me now, Jack!"

"Why?" he asked, a cruel grin on his face.

"Because I want it!" Joan whimpered, her hips twisting with passion. "You know I want it! I love it, Jack!"

"You love what, bitch?"

"Cock!" Joan moaned. "Your cock!"

"Bullshit!" the man snapped, lashing her creamy flat stomach with the narrow leather strap. It was about three feet long, and left a red stripe on her stomach.

Joan screamed in pain, twisting almost frantically.

Jack laughed. "That's what you like, cunt! Pain, that's what you want, not cock."

"I do!" Joan cried. "Ohhh, Jack, please, give me your cock now!"

"I'll give you this strap, you rotten cocksucker!"

"Yes! Oh, yes, darling!" Joan pleaded, her eyes teary with pain and lust. "You know it makes me so hot! You know what it does to me! It makes my cunt wet and hot and I want your cock in me, fucking me!"

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