1. 'Phoenyx: Flesh and Fire' Sample: Svetla


    Date: 5/19/2016, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Lesbian Sex, Author: Morgana_the_Stripper, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the spotlights to chase her all the way. Once on her favoured spot she turned to the crowd, fists on her hips, and let them soak up her new look. Nobody booed, but the applause was a little more muted than usual: despite Mr. Gorbachev's new policies, that red star of hers wasn't doing her any favours. But my belief was that if I could give her enough rope, then he might just end up hanging herself. The audience noise, however, shifted upwards about ten decibels when I appeared, and completely against all public expectation. I had previously begged a loan of one of Gloria's cheerleader outfits, and some of Olivia's white lingerie. And so wrapped in red, white and blue, I drew the cheers and the whistles, and Svetlana's stormy scowls. It was a cheap shot, but it hit the bullseye nonetheless. “You dirty bitch,” she hissed as I passed within hearing range. “What the hell are you playing at?” “Your own game, Svetlana,” I said. “You wanted an arena match, so you've got one. Like you said: East versus West. Still want to keep your hat on?” She puckered her tightly-clenched lips, fighting back an angry outburst. “I will never take it off now.” And then the deathmatch kicked off. She flicked the crop at me and caught me a hot stinger on the upper thigh. I moved in to grab her wrist and wrestle it from her, when she skipped past me and smacked me a hard one across the buttocks as she went. I almost cried out. I realised that the audience were now expecting satirical theatre, so I ...
    decided to give it to them. I spun around and waited for her next move. The crop flicked out, faster than I could follow, and slapped me hard on the left tit. I clenched my teeth against the pain and then slowly, teasingly, unfastened Gloria's star-spangled top and bravely bared my tits, welcoming any more stingy little slaps. Svetlana hadn't expected that and hung around at the other side of the stage, smouldering, while I got the cheers as the top slid off down my arms and onto the floor. I waggled my finger at her, beckoning her forward. She just raised an eyebrow in reply. Before I knew what she was up to, she had slid in between my legs, ducked underneath me, and grabbed me in some kind of judo or wrestling hold. I couldn't maintain my balance against her strength and leverage and I went down in a heap, arms and hair all over the place as she bent me double on my back and grinned down at me, pinning me there with industrial strength. “That all you've got?” she hissed at me. “You're all talk and no guts. Give it up.” “Never,” I growled. She hooked one hand around inside my thigh and parted my legs. “Then I'll show you the real meaning of glasnost,” she sniggered. I felt myself spread wide under her touch. My hips complained and my anus popped. She pressed the knuckles of an angry fist into the pit of my ass and squeezed. “I wonder how deep I could ram that crop up you?” she asked. My shoulders and neck were straining under the pressure and I could feel myself close to total ...
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