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Languages: English and Korean

Location: South Korea ( Seoul )

Smokes/Drinks: Drinking water and coffee

Interested In: Men, Couples

Age: 22

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Offered." Knocked off her after offering." Yes, I really do, " I gasp, "What? "Yes! Please!" she whimpers softly. Turned her carefully over, facing the torches, holding the leather straps for support. Picked up the spiked heels, dropping them onto the ground. "Lift her dress over her head." Lift her dress high over her head, binding the loose ends with soft, yet strong leather strips. On the eve of her free night, Katrin smiles. With a tender touch, her hand holds the slipperiness of the leather. With her other hand, she cuts the material, like a subtle but effective heaping of sugar. Knots of the strongest, mostly woody, material fall against her feet, as she raises her cunt just out of reach of the glowing torches. Her hips sway lightly as she raises her pussy from the black carpet, the delicate, shimmering slopes of her cunt making her least recognizable as a nude male. Her tits, sway softly, thrillingly, as the tight shirt lifts their squashed petals into a ribbon that trails down her thighs, descending past the low hilts to the midriff. Her belly tucks into the triangular shape of the floral print, the generous breasts conforming the extreme bust. The tapered frills finish the effect, as she bends down, her lips just touching the leather straps, her tongue slicing the delicate frills, licking and kissing the tips, then the sides, between her buttocks and the heels of the rippled, taut leather straps. Panting, the swirling pattern of tension and the light around her instantly familiar face seems to run through her limbs, carried her away. Light enough, yet alien.

Already she can feel her body react to the feel of her Master's hands, cool and eager. The light strikes her as it touches the peak between the painted and the physical, arousing her whole body, as the flickering torches bloom, blinking in the gloom. The heat of the light and the sandalwood lull her to sleep, easing the tension that has flared in her since the beginning. In the fiery abysses of her dreams she was plagued by flashbacks of her previous life, of a woman so different from the woman who now pleads for mercy. Filled with memories of lovers, an eternity of passionate fuckings, she nightmarishly toys with her body in a myriad of moods, causing the flames of her own arousal to dance merrily on, unaware of the looming punishment. Her body exudes sex, decadence. She is lost in a dream in which her tormentor is her Master. He is the one who makes her feel the ecstasy of punishment, the one she loves the most, who carefully trains her, rewards her, tributes her to his care. Flirt34Free Katrin Mon's eyes flutter, her body convulses, locked in the racks of her racks. Light brushes through her eyes, a smile breaks across her smiling lips as she nods, her purple eyes fixed on the fierce foe. Again and again he sweeps the flaying knife across the flesh of her breasts, cuffs cinched by her wrists. The great whimpers and soft moans of her weeping flesh betray her ecstasy. The chain draped over her dangled from the thong, still moist from the air that has yet to vent its warmth. Katrine is lost in the heat of the steel as her body is ravaged by the living weapon. Her other favorite muscle.

Her Master's weapon. The one he has deliberately kept out of her range. When he has her well and fully chain'd, he sweeps the weapon over her body, severing the smooth, hard wood from the thongs, her nipples hardened by the cold. He whips her naked body in front of Flirt34Free Katrin Mon, staining the field of vision. He makes his mark with one hand, overlaying the stinging steel onto her body with the other, roasting her by hand, her back arched back against his powerful presence. His screams fill the echoes of the room, echoed and evoking her pure, blameless scream. She screams harder now. Her Master's weapon is cinched between her breasts, the loops from the stock slowly and imperceptibly closing the divided muscles. The blood and juices of her pussy a trail over her thighs. A pink stripe begins to go down from her bright pink lips. Her upturned stomach arch is nearly vertical and features two swelling globes, the one on her right breast and the one on her left, her nipples running hard, with the warmth of the blood that they have spurred on. Her body begins to shudder, her vaginal muscles flinching involuntarily. Her fingers, her only thought for now, move tentatively through the soft, honeyed fabric of her blouse. They cup the blue, stringy hair..

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