Teacher’s Forbidden Passion In Hentai

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I gulp cold water down my wide-open gagged mouth. Until perfection. Porn I am probably crying already. I can’t bear it. Immediately, I have the cuffs and shackles removed, but only to be restrained on The Whipping Bench, ankles, wrists and waist, with my bum exposed high in the air and my head low. The slightest doubt or resistance are immediately treated with brutal blows to the face and lashes of a belt. I have paid for all my blames and I am clean, innocent again. By stroke forty, the lower two thirds of my buttocks are a mess of shredded skin and blood. I can’t, I am just able to flinch and shake and squeal like the filthy guilty gilt I am. Then The Leader simply says:
“One.”
I cringe. During the next hours, some men come to use my holes and a couple women feel like playing with me too. Heart and breathe, blood pressure, a prick in my arm with a needle to see how I

Teacher’s Forbidden Passion In Hentai