Her lips were painted blood red and he watched, enthralled, as she ran her tongue around their plumpness with a look of pure hunger. In her right hand she carried a black riding crop that she was softly tapping against her milky upper thigh, leaving slight red lines on her skin. His cock was hard as a rock now and pointed proudly toward the ceiling.

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