As the crop rained down on my tits I wondered how bruised they would look tomorrow. Punished for not being able to deep throat without gagging on his cock, I wish now that I had practised more with the dildo down my throat but it was too late now that my tits were tied and being beaten. I felt that my tits would burst with each slap of the crop as the rope was tied so tightly, how could he be so cruel when I was trying my best.












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