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Miri Hanai cried out when the whip fell across Miri's back.
"Make me come, cunt", he ordered. "I'm not going to move. You're going
to have to do it by yourself." The whip fell again. He traced his finger
along a red welt that was rising across Miri's back. "And the quicker you get
it done, the quicker I'll stop whipping you."
Miri Hanai was able to thrust only once before a searing pain ripped across
her right breast, just above where the clamp was attached to Miri's nipple.
"Be still." Miri Hanai watched the welt rise on Miri's breast and waited to be told
what Miri Hanai had done wrong. "You know, I like the way your breasts are pulled
out to the side like that", he commented. "Makes them easy to get to. I
forgot to tell you, YOU can't move either. The only thing you can move is
your hands." He began whipping Miri's across the back again.
Miri Hanai pondered that for a moment and squeezed Miri's pussy around him
experimentally. "Yes, that feels very nice," - whack - "but it's hardly
enough to make me come, is it?" He switched to whipping Miri's thighs. Miri Hanai
thought frantically through a fog of pain. Miri Hanai remembered once when he
had made Miri's fuck Miri's own ass with Miri's fingers, while the fingers of Miri's
other hand were inside Miri's cu
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