I gasp and it is like an arrow through the fog on my brain as focus on your touch, holing still and softly whimpering but trying my best to follow Your orders and please You. Milf sex I yelp and arch against the bonds, whole body tensing as I anticipate another strike. I let out a squeak and then a groan, recognizing You are not giving me a choice in the matter but the cold *burns*!! I hold in a groan, but a bit slips out as I manage to lift myself off the table and then make my way carefully over to the bed, feeling very well used. It all started with me thinking about going to visit. “Plea…ohhh” I whimper in between breaths and again, attempt to beg You for more. Kneeling, hands on thighs, eyes straight ahead, I wait for Your orders; not moving, except to breath or subtly shift for a better position and naturally, to blink.
