Rosalyn strode like a model in a circle around Cylvan, looking over the girl hungrily as she touched and prodded with the riding crop, guiding Cylvan into exactly the posture she desired. Cylvan was delighted to be there with such an exquisite dominatrix leading the way. Rosalyn revelled in the attention herself, all eyes were on her and she was in charge. She had absolute control over Cylvan and she was the Queen Supreme of the stage. Her pet's pleasure and her pet's pain was entirely in her hands. Mistress Rosalyn grinned when she eventually stopped behind Cylvan. She pressed the crop in under the girl's tail and watched at it raised obediently. The wolf licked her MILF lips at the sight of her horny pet's exposed arsehole and dripping wet cunt, gleaming with desire and decorated perfectly with Rosalyn's mark on the locket pierced into the virgin's clitoris. She had Cylvan rotate herself, showing the girl's arse and sex openly Brunette to the crowd. Murmurs and mumbles managed to make it over the sound of the music as they all seemed to enjoy the sight. The feeling of the crop grinding up and down against Cylvan's sex made her moan delightedly into her gag as she squirmed on the suspending chain. She huffed with frustration a moment later when her Mistress stopped, leaving her even more desperate for pleasure than before. Then came the sharp snapping of hardened leather against the soft pink furred flesh of Cylvan's rear. The cry of pain only managed to come out as a muffled whine through the plastic dildo lodged into her mouth. Her knees buckled in response, but instead of lowering her body, it merely sent more pain through her shoulders as they bore all of her weight. She had to rebalance herself quickly. As soon as it seemed that Cylvan managed to regain her footing, another strike Hardcore met her arse in exactly the same aching spot, leaving her skin with a burning hot sensation. She didn't collapse as badly as before, but she was left with no time to recover when yet another slap met her rear from the other direction, all in one smooth figure eight motion of Rosalyn's arm. The punishment repeated a few more times until Cylvan collapsed once more, this time unable to recover quickly enough. Even as she hung there, Rosalyn kept spanking the girl, crying out desperately into the gag. Even her tail lowered instinctively to try and protect her aching and tender posterior from that vicious leather rod, it only led to a strike at the small of her back that made her tail straighten and raised up again. Rosalyn anal was intent on making the girl cry their safe code for her failure to obey, three short moans, three long, and three short again. A simple S.O.S. However the woman knew she might hurt her own hand before that happened, the girl had a good threshold for pain, and was a proven masochist. The wolf kept going, mixing up the slaps against the girl's arse with hits on her upper back, the back of her thighs, and even stepping around the front to slap at her face and breasts. She strut in a circle around the girl over and over again, laying down amateur painful slaps all over Cylvan's body. Eventually the sounds of pain were mixed with moans of desire while the feline writhed on the chain. She'd utterly lost her composure and didn't even try to get back to her feet, having settled into her suspension from the chain despite how it twisted her shoulders back. In the end it was more the desperation for sexual relief that made Cylvan call out in the pattern that was their safe code for the evening. With just one last hard whip to Cylvan's ass, Rosalyn lifted her hand swiped it down, signalling for the people behind the curtains to lower the chain. Cylvan settled down on her knees, her chest heaving with heavy breaths, occasionally broken as she choked on the toy in her mouth, followed by desperate whines. Rosalyn stepped back and watched the girl on the floor, admiring her handiwork on the poor feline, enjoying how the tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm” the only sound I could make. "One" We hadn't been talking at anal all, just relaxing and enjoying our bath. He gave Mia a huge grin as she walked past and into the water. "Hey, don't forget about that sexy little piss-hole mound of yours," Ray said, as he rubbed his fingertip back and forth against that small, puffed-out, spongy mound of flesh that supports my weird-looking urethral opening. Jessica says, "Wow he sure is a big boy." It was still the middle of summer, but the mountains were always cooler than down in the city. Dad said nothing for the longest time. Mark was now moaning loudly as she kept teasing his cock with her pussy. Bobbi is David’s wife. [Father?] Her soft, tender lips seemed to melt into his, and Max couldn’t think of anything that could possible feel better than this. Gloria was the first one to nod off with a grin on her face. She unbuckled her belt and held on to my arm for balance as I played fence post while she stepped out of a puddle of faded blue jeans. Grandpa had once had a couple horses to get to the village. She said I should come in, she was at the mall now. The target crystal Brunette was then placed in the High Priestess's Private Quarters to allow me to transport my self there anytime I wanted. Her mother sounded very amateur surprised. MILF Never had she been so embarrassed in her entire life. Laura, apparently, not Brit." She started unbuttoning Hardcore her own shirt and said: "Take your bra off, grandma." “Okay, thanks.”