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


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

    submission. The pain was spreading into my spine and I knew the bitch would end up crippling me if I didn't do something, and fast. “Shit,” I swore, as I considered my options. “Oh, I reckon a lot deeper than that.” The crop landed across the backs of my thighs, stinging, burning, really truly fucking hurting now. My whole body was alight. I had to fight back now, or forever surrender. My free hand flailed around behind her until it contacted warm flesh. I found the waistband of her hotpants and pulled, as hard as I could. The laces at the front unravelled as the pants plunged over her cheeks. Even as she was tightening up her hold on me, I scored a colossal crack on both her naked buttocks with my palm, ignoring the blazing sting which shot through my hand, as if I'd just slapped a nettle patch. I'd never hit anybody in my life, and this time I meant it. The crowd went nuts. This was like nothing we'd ever shown them before. She squeezed her shoulder into the back of my knee and tried to flip me over, but I had exposed her ass, the weakest point within my reach. I jabbed three fingers inside her, ripping her up with my half inch-long nails. She twitched and squealed at that, and I rolled backwards, breathless and sore, but free. As she drew back, trying to pull her pants back up, I made a grab for the front and dragged the pants back down to her knees. I crawled forward and slapped her ass again. She snatched herself out of my grip and somersaulted backwards and away, ...
    drawing some justified sounds of amazement from the regulars. She wiggled the pants down to her ankles and stepped out of one side, then flicked them up and away with what looked like one of Gloria's own trademarked moves. The woman was as tall as most men I'd ever known, and she was kicking higher than her own head. Now was a great time to find out I was going up against a black belt ballet dancer. She snapped the tie at the hip of her black leather G-string and swept it aside, exposing her natural blonde pubic stripe and, as she kicked a leg out to the side, her dilated labia beneath. She swung her pelvis, grinding deep and hard to work the crowd into a hot lather, slithering one hand against her crotch while she rubbed the shaft of the crop between her pouting lower lips. I sneered back as she swept that long, V-shaped tongue around her lips as though licking sugar candy and fixed me with a gunmetal stare. Her breasts heaved beneath her leather bustier, as though preparing to burst through the laces and hit me in the face like a couple of rockets. She bent the crop in both hands, turning it into an inverted 'U' shape for my benefit, no doubt sizing up her next target as she looked me up and down. I grabbed up Gloria's fallen top and swung it at my side, ready to deflect any incoming attacks as best I could. I was beginning to feel a bit like Wonder Woman or something, and that very idea put a wry grin on my face. “Don't know what you're laughing at,” Svetlana growled at me, her ...
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