Suffer for my pleasure

It’s been one of those days.  I’m looking for an outlet for my frustration.  This would be a good night to hear your breathy whimper when I tell you to snap your balls with the rubber band again.  I love that hesitation that makes my pussy clench because it screams of your fear and dread.  “Go on now, be a good boy, I don’t want to be cross with you!”  And then the gratifying sound of rubber striking flesh and the shrieky little agonized sound you make have me pulling my panties aside so I can stroke my clit.  I love listening to a man suffer.  It makes me so hot I have to cum.  How many times can I cum before your endurance breaks and you sob?

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