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


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

    spat. “Not surprised your father ran off and left you in the dog pound.” That just about did it for me. I'd been ticked-off before with her, but had been happy to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she had just wanted to tease some good old rivalry out of me. But that was a punch aimed too low for my taste. Nobody brought up my f****y in that manner and got away with it. I didn't waste breath or energy replying. I just lay there, trying to gather my strength, focus my anger, and remember that there was a whistling and clamouring crowd out there waiting to see something astounding. She bent over me and bit me on the nipple. Her teeth were like serrated razors. I actually squealed with the pain, and threw my upper body forward as far as it would go. I aimed my forehead and in a lucky, impeccable bit of timing, cracked her full on the nose as she brought her head up, probably to have a go at my other tit. The crop tumbled from her hand. She blinked and stared, blinked again, her eyes crossing in the middle as though trying to focus on a bee sitting on the end of her nose. In that moment of unbelieving confusion, I rammed her in the shoulders with both knees and scrambled out from underneath her. She clutched her nose, snorting and snuffling, and wiped away a thin streak of red from her lip. I was sure I saw her grey eyes shift to crimson for just a moment as the tigress began to break out of her body. “Now, I'm going to fucking kill you,” she hissed at me. She peeled off ...
    her leather gloves to much boisterous encouragement, tied them end to end in a big knot, and yanked the whole thing tight as if testing its suitability to strangle me. We faced off, dodging and manoeuvring for an opening, until I spotted the abandoned crop and grabbed it up. She flicked the leather gloves at me, I ducked, and replied with a hard switch on the back of her hand, forcing her to drop the gloves in pain. She came at me in another low-flying dive, aiming at my midriff. I slid backwards, using Gloria's top to sk** away across the boards and straddled her as she shot past me, sitting down hard on her spine and wedging my knees in tight under her armpits. While she struggled and bucked to throw me off, I ripped apart the studs at the back of her leather bustier, wrestled it up from beneath her and yanked her head back by the halter neck collar. She gurgled and gasped, pigtails thrashing wildly as she tried to free herself from the pinioning leather. She slapped at me, aiming wild swipes behind herself, but I either dodged them or soaked them. I had her, and the crowd loved it. I turned to them and gestured upwards with my palm. The noise got louder. Hand to my ear – I can't hear you. Even more noise and encouragement. I twisted the bustier around, twice, forming a loose garotte and drew back. I flung her, kicking and growling, onto her back and wrapped the rest of the garment tight around my fist. She poked at me, jabbed at me, spat, hissed, and cursed in Russian but I ...
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